Years and years went by.....  I never heard a word.  Of course I thought of them and of the way I had to leave from time to time, but it always brought back the hurt, so I would push it away.  Yes, the truth does come out, sometimes.  In 1992 when I was back in Michigan to bury my daughter, I needed to find Chele. 

I knew she'd gotten married, but could not remember to whom or what her new last name was.  I didn't have the guts to go the the Lincoln's home, although I sat on the beach across the lake from their home and stared at it for a long, long time.  Remembering us girls swiming across the lake, remembering Sue cooking for us all, remembering Bruce working on his planes. 

I HAD to talk to him to find Chele, but I was scared to face him.  I didn't have the desire or energy to defend myself or to get a tongue lashing from him.  The next day I went to his Law Office.  I asked the receptionist if she knew how or where I could find Chele.  She asked who I was, I told her, she said she'd be right back.  She returned from the back saying that Bruce wanted to talk to me, and told me where to go. 

Aww geez... I was in for it now..... He promptly apologized and said that he knew now that is wasn't me, and that he was sorry.  I wanted to just wrap my arms around him and cry I was so happy to hear that he knew.  But I was in too fragile of condition to add any more emotion.  But the important thing was... he knew the truth.

Thank you Bruce.