My wife worked at Children's Hospital, ... They took her and my two daughters in, but they told me I was on my own. I don't know where they are and I don't know when I'll find them. I don't even know whether they're alive or dead.

There weren?t enough hands there, ... The phone lines were all lit up. My daughters wanted me to help.

We drove on in silence, Dad shaking his head in disgust every few minutes. I stared at him, wondering how it was we got to this place. How the same man who held his infant daughter and kissed her tiny face could one day be so determined to shut her out of his life, out of his heart. How, even when she reacyhed out to him in distress - Please, Dad, come get me, come save me - all he could do was accuse her. How that same daughter could look at him and feel nothing but contempt and blame and resentment, because that's all that radiated off of him for so many years and it had become contagious.

I wanted this one really bad. I can't even remember how many we lost in a row.

Today is a good day. Today is a happy day. The war is over,

I have three daughters and I find as a result I played King Lear almost without rehearsal