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  • It’s scary wondering who you really are. For years I let what I did define who I was. An electrician, technician, sailor, son, brother, father, grandfather, lover, husband, friend. The list is exhausting and yet not even close to answering, “Who am I”?

    Since I’ve signed on to the crew of the Starship Cowbird, I’ve been standing a different kind of watch. I’ve held Kathy’s heart while she stood watch by her father’s side and listened to Benji’s soul as he waited half a world away. Sister and Brother holding it together while we cradled them in our thoughts. I’ve put a hand on Pete’s shoulder as he took care of family business. And Tony G. who puts on a brave front for us, but is that scared little boy inside. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather stand shoulder to shoulder with to spit in the eye of the Devil. Lin like a haunting tune. Angie makes me think and Karly makes me laugh. And don’t even get me started on Bobby.

    I know you all. The real you. Not the physical portrait you hold up to the world, but the imaginary characters who have come to life in my mind. As real to me as the people I see every day. Maybe more so. For I feel closer to you than them. We have glimpsed into each other’s essence. Heard each other’s primal scream.

    We’ve merged our memories and melded into …. What?

    I’m discovering that the answer to “Who am I?” is just “I am”.

    I am all of our collective memories. The fears and dreams. The anger and laughter. I am Us.

    And so are you!
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