Eat, Pray, Love

The last 4 years...scratch that...the last 33 years have been tough. I thought maybe it had all peaked 26 months ago. Maybe the most extreme of all emotions came during the weeks just before and just after my heart transplant? I didn't know how wrong I was going to be.
How would I have guessed that being tough and strong and brave was just a cover and that eventually, provoked by the craziest string of events, would overwhelm me now?
So, I'm sitting in the Las Vegas airport waiting to board the second leg of my flight to Miami. And my only expectation is to eat, pray, and love for as long as it takes to recover my emotions.

Location:McCarran Airport