At birth, I knew nothing; at death, I will be nothing.

My grandfather passed when I was ten.
When I was thirteen, mom left Thibodaux.
On my own at eighteen.
Married at twenty-eight.
Lost my step-dad.
Breakdown at thirty.
Lost my aunt.
Lost my grandmothers.
Lost my self.
Divorced.
Started over.
Found her.
Found my self.

At each moment in life, I was a different person. If I’m all these people, I am no one.

Being no one is bliss.