Closure

The title of this entry is "closure," but I'm not sure that this story has closure. A best friend was dead, my parents, they no longer mattered. Maybe that was the point of this journey, to show me that my parents don't matter. The past--who cares? The future, now THAT'S something interesting. Who in the world was Mike King? I had no idea, and no trail to pick up. Maybe I'm not supposed to. I don't know. I have a lot of questions, but I no longer feel the the drive to define my past as I did before this adventure. I know who I am, where I am, and what I want for myself--to be happy. I'm not finished with Mike King, but when the day comes when I'm ready to go after him and repay him for the people he's hurt over the years comes, there might be another story. That, however, is not for this day, as I consider the tale of the search for my past complete, well, as much as any tale can be complete. Goodbye faithful readers, until we meet again.

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