It's that time of year again - cannot *believe* he's 22 today. Some of you folks have "known" him since he was 8, LOL. He's doing okay. Today is going to be hard for him - he was planning on proposing to B... there's still a lot of raw pain and grief over her death, but he's really done remarkably well all things considered. Taking a class at community college, still a bit aimless and not sure what he wants to do with his life, impatient because he thinks at 22 he should have it figure out (I just hug him and reassure him - heck, at 50, I'm still clueless on what I want to be when I grow up, LOL). But he's clean, looking really good, an absolute delight to have around (when he's around, which isn't very often - as it should be, I guess), and the fact that he survived the past 9 months without falling back into drugs or disappearing into the bottom of a bottle... I think it speaks volumes about his resiliency and ability to ultimately create the life he wants. So a very happy b-day to my old Tyler-Bear.