We were all making sacrifices. Some more than others, but we were all doing it. I wondered if I would have been able to make the ultimate sacrifice, but I wasn’t sure of it. If I decided yes, I began to doubt myself, if I decided no, an unpleasant sense of guilt began to set in. I came to the conclusion that it would have to be something I was presented with, and only then would I know. I hoped it never came to that.
To ease my conscience I made it a priority to see Byron at least once a day s...
Published on February 15, 2015 03:47