Here I am at now 72 years of age and longing for places and people that I am no longer able to go to.  They say you can never go home again, but I long to go back in time and correct things that I had control over.  But, I chose a different path, thinking that I would be able to find a better me and a closeness to my family.  That did not happen, but I found that I truly lost a wonderful man and a very good life. I lost a family that I dearly loved all because I could not communicate my feelings and how hurt I was over the way things were.  Perhaps I  could have changed things, I'll never know.