Ten years ago, life was good.

Ten years ago, possibilities seemed endless.

Ten years ago, he was a rising force in oncology.

Ten years ago, you walked without a cane.

Ten years ago, walking home after drinking was preferred to a bus.

Ten years ago, years of vicodin had not yet warped your mind.

Ten years ago, cutthroat bitch was alive.

Ten years ago, ignoring his signs would not have happened.

Ten years ago, solving this puzzle would have happened sooner.

Ten years ago, his career ending stroke seemed an impossibility.

Ten years ago, guilt was not your best friend.