The summer before Jessica died, everything came together. My practice finally started to go well, I had money in the bank, and we had a long, lazy Indian Summer of windsurfing nearly every evening during the week. Win, I and the girls would go out to Lake Arrowhead (Texas) with the windsurfer strapped to the top of our Honda. We would have the lake to ourselves and would take turns sailing -- one out on the water, the other playing with the girls. Then, at the end, we would do the Hawaiian Surfer Princess routine with the girls, one at a time, riding on the front of the windsurfer as we sailed then around.
Then we would pack up, drive home, clean up and go to bed, though I would tell Jessica and Heather stories first and hold their hands until they fell asleep. It was like heaven and I was as happy as I had ever been. I could see my life turning into "happy ever after."
1992 is a long way away from today. I was 36 then and on top of the world. Publishing, asked to write a book, my practice going well, and as happy as a man can be with what seemed to me to be the perfect wife and family.
Now, Rachel is six, just like Jessica. This year is going well and my wife seems as perfect as a person can be. I've lost almost all the weight that I gained with the deaths, and as I continue getting back in shape, so many physical memories come back.
It is as if my life is starting over again.