Today marks eleven years since my father passed. Although I still face the occasional day-to-day struggles, I can honestly say that, perspective-wise, I’ve never felt any stronger and/or clearer. Much love to everyone and everything that has helped in bringing me to this very moment, including but most certainly not limited to:
Music on CD, vinyl, and cassette (and those still fighting to keep the physical formats alive); Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall; Friday the 13th movies; Echo Lake; The kitchen; My YMCA days; Kate Moss; Jim Beam and practically every other whiskey under the sun; Bi-weekly’s on Broadway; Drek; Kathryn Kalinak and Gary Grund; The Echo Chamber Blog; American Iron & Metal; The Boston Bruins; Nate, David, Claire, Ruth, and Nathaniel Fisher Sr.; Lipton Green Tea with Honey; B-Complex, Magnesium, Aleve, and SAMe; Exercise (peace to Zach for the routine); Structure; Balance; Mark Oliver Everett for illustrating how every end is a new beginning, Regina Spektor for giving me the advice of letting go in small doses, and Alison Mosshart for pushing me to go steal ahead; And, most importantly, my many friends and dedicated family — especially my sister Kiley and mother Mary, who I love more than I can put into words.
Also, to those who aren’t ignorant to mental illness, I thank you for trying to understand.
Miss and love you, dad.
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Real life is not nearly as fun as rap life. Real talk is much more respectable than rap talk, except on the rare occasion that they intersect. Keep building up that mental muscle.