I started my iTunes up, and it began by playing Barry Manilow's "Somewhere Down the Road", a song that set the tone for the first 2 of my plethora of failed relationships thus far. A significant part of me thinks fate dealt a proper and just course to me, given the way I failed to appreciate the love I had with Scott. One of the great joys of life to me is knowing that, in choosing Ciaran to be my primary caregiver, it freed him up to begin re-building his life, his family, with Geoff. That he has done this tells me that then, I made the right decision in letting go, so forcefully.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.
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