JOURNEYS OF LIFE

PART ONE

by

BlackFury

July 2002

Even after twenty five years, I still have the nightmares sometimes. I hear the explosions, the screams and the gunfire. I can smell the smoke and feel the heat of the flames as my entire world collapsed around me in one horrible, terrifying night.

I've basically been on my own ever since then and I haven't done too badly, considering that I was only twelve years old when all of this happened to me but, when you're forced by fate to look and act five years older than you really are, you tend to grow up very fast and lose any illusions about life in general.

Now, of course, having all of my family with me helps alot. Finding Father and my brother alive after all was one of, if not the greatest joys I have ever experienced. Don't get me wrong, what I went through, what I did to survive, to get to this place in my life makes everything I have gained that much sweeter. Of course, there's always my beloved husband, encouraging me to write all of this down for posterity. The silly, doesn't he realize by now that I've been writing it all down my entire life?

That's what this journal has been about, my life and the way I've had to live it since that fateful night so long ago. I want my children to know what I lived through, what I did to get to this place. At least it won't be dull reading. Neither would a journal of my husband's exploits. At least our children could read what we did with our lives. I never thought about keeping a journal when I was much younger, like my father and his before him had done but then, I had a stable home and family and was content. It took Master Dao and his attack to make me see I had a lot to learn and write about.

You know, Sometimes my beloved is such a silly but, I love him so much more than anything else in this world. Don't get me wrong, I love my children but him, I think we actually saved each others lives by falling in love.

Now however, it all seems so unfair. I have my husband, my children and even found my Father and Peter alive after all and now, I find that I'm dying, dying of the same dammned blood disorder that killed mine and Peter's mother when we were two years old. But, my darling is right, the children and my father and brother deserve to know how I grew up.

So, I'll try to finish this journal for them all to read, so they will know what I remember, how I felt, what I thought. I hope that, when Father and Peter do read this that they understand that I did what I had to do to survive, to continue our family name and that I do not regret a single thing that I have done, then or now and that if I had it to do all over again, I wouldn't change a thing, even knowing now what I didn't know then.

I love all of you, David, my husband, our four children, Micheal Paul, Raven Marie, Laura Diane and my youngest, Mathew Chang. Father, Peter, finding the two of you again has meant so much to me. I love you both.

All my Love,

Laura Leann Caine-Griffin