“.. as Bruce Lee said, to accept defeat with grace is to be liberated from it. I hope those second place ribbons remind them all of hitting a wall so hard that it knocked them down and that every single one of them stood back up, ready for one more game. One more try. One more shot…”

…I had to blink a few times while my brain caught up. Thankfully it did and once I got over the knee-jerk reaction of a body part of mine and the word “fatty” living in the same sentence together, I sort of preened a little with my fatty boob sitting there on the screen like a blue clear sky. F$%k yeah…

…most likely, i’ll end up telling the loved ones gathered to say goodbye that i miss you. and wish we had more time for more stories together. that the perfect one just doesn’t exist because we hadn’t lived it yet…

at the en…d of the day, the further we march from her last day on earth, the more scared i am that i’ll forget the sound of her amazing, loud, boisterous laugh or forget that time we got shitfaced in college station and i had to wake her naked ass up from the bathroom floor so she could get to work in an hour.

… Do I remember enough of your advice? Did I take enough notes along the way so that when you’re gone, I’ll remember to look out for my loved ones the way you always looked out for me? Do I remember what you’d say to me, each and every time I was certain I’d fucked my life up beyond repair? …