Singing This Note...

The caretaker is always there where he's needed.
He doesn't wear silver suits or a mask or fly through the sky.
He wears overalls, he's the caretaker.
He listens, and you and me used to sit here in the dark
And watch the rocket man from Mars.

-Pete Townshend, Lifehouse Radio Play

It's been a long month. And yet it will be longer still until the task of starting over is finished. Will I know who I am at the end of the day? At that point, will I even notice, or care?

For a phoenix, my friends, must die before it is reborn. I can feel it coming. In some ways, it frightens. In others, it excites.

Regardless of how events pan out over the next few months, I will be reborn. I am fortunate to have those around me who are willing, and caring enough to stand vigil as it happens. It gives hope for a brand new day beneath the warmth of the sunlight yet to come.