I don’t have a lot to say, except the hits just keep on comin’.
Just when we think we’ve gotten some space, a breath of air, the water rises back into our nostrils and makes us choke, hack and spew all over again. Treading water is no f*cking fun.
I wanted to have something fun for you today, but no. It’s not in me right now. I’m sorry.
On the bright side, I’ve learned how much I value all of you. How much you’re all so different than most everyone else I’ve ever had in my life, how much more valuable you are. How much more stable, loving, kind, caring. How much more I love you all than I thought I could.
The hits just keep on comin’, and I will keep turning to you. And keep holding onto my loving, wonderful, beautiful wife, who somehow bears it all and manages to stay. She looks me in the eye and tells me she loves me somehow, and that’s a miracle more mysterious than any other I’ve seen or read about.
God bless you all. Please know we love you, each and every one.