I would be okay continuing on the rest of my life with this mystery hanging over my head. But what about my sons? I should find some sort of resolution for their sakes. They may very well need to know the truth. It’s funny. I do want to know for myself. But it doesn’t really drive me to the finish line. It’s those around me that makes it real. Sometimes I worry about what would happen if I was the last or only man left on Earth. What would I do with myself if I only had myself to be concerned with? I pretty much have a crappy track record when left to my own devices. It improves drastically when there are other people involved.