Today is a significant day in history - my history at least. Last year it was 18 years, today is 19 years.
Whenever April 26 comes around I can't help but to think about what would have happened if we would have stayed. Then I think about all the things that have happened because we didn't stay.
Would my dad have had the opportunity to be around as long as he was? Or would his time have been cut short by a third party for the most absurd reasons?
Would Pablo have had the opportunity to find and follow his vocation?
Would I have had the opportunity to meet my love and accomplish everything we have accomplished together?
I don't know any of the answers. All I know is that as painful as it was - and as painful as it is to relive the moments we lived back in April of 1991 - it was all for good. For the good of the whole family as well as the good of each individual. I am thankful for it.