Wipe the Slate clean.

 it's mid-november now. snow has been gently falling for two days. i'm not sure it will "stick'. 

logan started hockey yesterday and tonight we'll attend the awards night for another successful football season. tyler and brittny released the much anticipated wedding video and in totally unrelated news, tyler shot his fist buck last week. michele just returned from a refreshing trip to florida book-ended by a hurricane and a snow storm... and me? no more football....no more hockey... just been sitting in a deer stand watching for deer that aren't there and listening to the ringing in my ears.

i'm good.

really.

just tired of clicking on this here blog and seeing another therapeutic essay at the top of the list. two weeks shy of dave's passing and my head space is much clearer than it has been in the last year. 

2021 was tough. in the span of 9 weeks, 3 of my closest buddies took their last breaths on their earthbound lives and in the ensuing months my head and my heart were on their own magical disappearing acts. at times i was lost. sometimes i was found. i rode a bike a long way. i walked and talked with michele and raider and that eased the pain. i drank and that didn't. i cried and prayed and then prayed and cried.

vehicle vs pedestrian car accident, cancer and suicide. funerals, eulogies and tears.

but i'm good.

my kids are healthy. one is homesick. one is heartbroken over lost quarry and one is learning about interest rates and mortgages... see now, even our problems are good problems to have. 

2022 has been better than the end of 2021. i still think of my friends often. the pain has subsided, giving way to memories and laughter but man it was hard to get here. 

miss you boys.