I parked in the back corner of the cemetery to put as many gravestones as possible between me and those normal folks going about their serene Sunday morning lives. This was the perfect setting for an imperfect day. The perfect setting to devise my ‘get busy living’ or ‘get busy dying’ plans. The cemetery might not have been my brightest choice, but this wasn’t my brightest day. This was decision day. One way or another, a turning point.