One day, the words of all that happened will flow like the rain from an August thunderstorm. One day, the feelings will pour out, and we will laugh and cry over this, sharing a beer and each other. Unfortunately, the wound is still too new however for that to occur. Too much still needs to occur before that can happen. I will emerge from this, battered, but not beaten. I will begin anew. And all of you will be in my heart, as always. Until then, all I can say is,