In the end, it is very true that all we become are stories. We are the ones who will create the pages, chapters, and stories in the books of our lives. Every person in my life, past, present and/or future help create that storyline. Some have just a line, others a paragraph, a few have a chapter or chapters, even less are/or will be in the entire book, and some will make cameo appearances throughout.  Either way, they all matter one way or another. They helped shape decisions and directions that my life has taken. For better or worse, they create the characters that have made me laugh, cry, dream, hope, wonder, question, worry and simply create life in me. I don’t regret a single one. Even those who came into my life to create only pain and suffering. It is hard for me to imagine being any other way…