I've made a deal with myself, friends, that, until I find who I really am, I am not going to be blogging, among other things, in an effort to try and concentrate my efforts. I have only one goal in life now; to find out who Nick Pankuch really is and, when I do, maybe, just maybe, there will be a drop of hope that I may reconcile with her. That's all I can pray for to keep me going. The grief is almost unbearable, otherwise, but I bore you with the emotions of an old fool. Hopefully, with some serious soul searching, good friends, and a lot of luck, she might take me back, but that will be another journey in and of itself. Until then, my friends, I bid you all farewell. There is a long journey ahead of me and I have not yet begun to pack.

The way you wear your hat,
the way you sip your tea,
The memory of all that,
No they can't take that away from me.
The way your smile just beams,
The way you sing off key,
the way you haunt my dreams,
No they can't take that away from me.
We may never, ever, meet again on that bumpy road to love,
Still I'll always, always, keep the memory of,
The way you hold your knife,
The way we danced 'till three,
The way you changed my life,
No they can't take that away from me.
No they can't take that away. From. Me.

Crazy for You...seemed apropos

Catch you all on the flipside,

-Nicholas Berton Pankuch