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.