What Might Have Been

They say that timing is everything. They're right. There are doors that we open and close and once done, cannot be undone. Every time I go back to Kentucky though, as I did last week for work, I think about what might have been. I was born in Louisville, where my father was from, and lived just over the Ohio River in Indiana, where my mother's from, for a little over a year when I was in first grade. Then his next transfer came in and to Virginia we moved.

I don't know if the outcome of their marriage would have been any different had we stayed. Doors had already been opened and closed that had set them on a certain path. We would have had more family around us, but that may not have made any impact at all. I would have grown up with my cousins and gone to UK or UofL and that would have been that.

Fate, as you already know, had a different idea. I used to trust fate more, but these days I'm having a problem with her. Her methods are wearing me out. There is still one chip I have to play, all on my own, that she has nothing to do with. If I bet it on the right color, I just might give her the last piece she needs to finish the puzzle. Unfortunately, I've never been much of a gambler. Perhaps I need to change that.