Oh, hey tough morning… didn’t see you coming. I prolly woulda stayed in bed if I had.
I know I haven’t posted in a while, so here’s an update:
I’ve been in the firefighter academy at Miami Dade since June. I’m currently at the top of my class and I’m working my ass off to stay up there.
2 weeks ago, my brother died in a boat accident. He was 29, and had a wife and 3 kids. I’ve been cleaning up his warehouses and doing my best to finish the projects that he left undone… but he was only 1/3 of the way through everything he ever did, so there is a lot to do.
I have other siblings, a lot of them, but Sam was the one I was closest to. I worked for the company he owned, and since work slowed down, it was just him and I riding around in the truck together… so I’ve been spending every day working right by his side. It’s dificult, and almost pointless, to try to describe just how much I miss him. Some days are obviously better than others; but ultimately, I have noticed that all the wind seems to have blown out of my sails. I’m having a hard time getting excited about the future. Before this happened, I was so excited about graduation in December that I couldn’t even talk about it. Now, I just don’t care.
Today, I’m moving 2 of his trucks up to North Miami in an effort to help his wife sell them. Obviously, this has been a rough morning. I cried again. First time in over a week. I don’t know if it’s a regression, or simply another wave of grief.










