Today I started editing my posts in a first step to trying to create some form of story. I got to November 20, 2004, and started crying. That was Megan's death.

I am amazed at how full my first year and a half were on Guam. I have been going through it all, the burglaries, the fire, the canoe, meeting Wakana, the trip to Australia and then to Palau and everything else.

Through it all you were there. You laughed with me and encouraged me when times were bad. You "held" me when I needed it.

These words seem inadequate for what I feel but...

Thank you.