Choices...

Life is a series of choices, given any event.




Countdown - seconds passing as it approached, the hour, in fact, the first second of the 21st Century was about to happen. Part of me was thrilled to be experiencing this moment in history, then I looked at the man in the wheelchair, our four children so far away from him - and at my side. With a resigned sigh, I started making my way through the other guests at the New Year's Eve party marking the end of  the 20th Century.

I didn't want to kiss him. As I stood next to him, people around us hugging "Happy New YEAR!". He looked up at me, and I looked down. Down through his eyes, through all the expressions I'd seen on his face during the years.