I apologize for the silence, again. The other day I got this wonderful idea to start a project for my nephew, Grayson. It all started when I was sitting on the blue swing (because the color is important) at the church that’s walking distance from my house. My dad’s grave is there so sometimes I swing by for visits, and also to swing. While doing so, I was thinking about how I don’t believe anyone who has lost someone will ever 100% be okay and then my brain reminded me of that Disney movie, Coco,where anyone who is forgotten about in the afterlife just completely disappears and for a millisecond I freaked out. It was that plus my heart rate already flying thanks to 2 cups of coffee and a Monster (Monster, I will totally sponsor you). I thought “Well, what if dad is forgotten” and then I jumped up from the blue swing and ran to my dads grave where I promptly told him I was writing a book about him. Actually, I told him I had an idea for a movie and this is important because before dad died, we agreed to make a movie together. Well, I admitted that the only reason I had the movie idea was cuz he’s dead but I digress. I decided to start with the book and maybe progress to a movie. But, only if Woody Harrelson up for the role as my dad.
So, I ran back home, literally threw my laptop down on my bed and spit together 3-4 pages of the beginning of the book. I don’t know how long this book will be or what size to print the pages, but I’ll get to that once it becomes more evident that this project isn’t a phase. I really want to do this for Grayson. He won’t get to meet the guy unless the afterlife is a real thing and the two ends up there together. In that case, Grayson needs to know about dad to understand the family’s fucked up sense of humor. I mean, first of all, dad was fucking shot and what that has to do with anything I’m typing right now is unclear to me. I don’t know. It’s past midnight and I’m running on fumes. I just got finished reading dad’s blog posts from his website he created when he found out mom was pregnant with Tristan and I. I would imagine there would have been a website for Brendan (older brother), as well, if dad had the resources and time during those years prior to us.
I’m going to go drink a cup of coffee with less creamer in it to force myself to taste the caffeine cuz that’s how it works, right? Also, I need to force myself to write a post I’ve been meaning to do for a couple days now.
Now to use the new farewell I stole from dad’s website about Tristan and I. “See you on-line”
