Hey,
It’s your brother Sean. I’m missing you bro. You’d be proud of me, I’ve been painting the house and somehow, I finally understand the concept that no matter how hard you scrub and wash, you will always miss one section of paint that dripped, slopped or fell on you that you are oblivious with. I remember the days where you’d come back from some job and your hands would be covered with paint hiding the wear and tear that you put yourself through. (more…)
Going to finish a project tonight that colleagues messed up.
One didn’t do the project.
One didn’t want to do it, so put it aside so it couldn’t be done by the assigned date.
One decided to tell me to put the project under a rug. No one would notice.
But a friend of mine asked me to pick up the project and do it for the sake of who I am.
The fixer, the man who takes things and gets them done under impossible odds.
Hopefully this will be easy.
sometimes you look it in the face and stare it down.
I have seen the darkness and I have stared into the empty soul and depression that it has. I have laughed in its face and heard an evil laugh returning to me.
But I could not look at the evil without seeing in it, a piece of me. All of my failures and yet I also saw the successes behind those failures.
What do they have to do with now?
Absolutely nothing…
that I can say.
In the days before the darkest times in humanity there have been souls burdened with things that they could not explain nor say. It was their load to bear.
I’ve hidden from most and changed in ways I like, and in ways I loathe.
I look at the evil and yet in the mirror, the evil is me.
I have to face the pain and move into something great. Most of the great ones have failed. I have failed for I have not yet lived. I have worried myself sick, and done things that were to protect me, and yet I have not experience life.
I look to the shephards to my left and to my right and see the glory and pain. For me to succeed I must take a shot, a chance.
If it goes well, I’ll let you know.
If it doesn’t I will still let you know.
Before I wrote to hide my pain, but now I write for I hunger. And that hunger hasn’t been fed in a long while. I am moving away from some things and back to others.
Hopefully, I have chosen correctly.
After many sleepless nights miserable, unhappy and alone I found her.
I had suffered for years, looking in the wrong place for love.
At first, I looked and tried to push her away.
And I went away to disaster after disaster, tragedy after another.
But then one night our eyes met again.
And I knew she was mine.
I had to make it last forever.
Tonight, I proposed to Joanna Watson, soon to be Joanna Watson Donahue.
No one person has ever meant to me, other than my kids and family, as much as she does.
She makes me a better man each day.
She supports me when I am low,
and is beside me when I am happy.
I am the luckiest man alive.
And December 19th, she’ll be mine forever.
I love you Joanna Watson Donahue.
Have been busy working on some projects and taunting the girlfriend.
I may have to keep this one.
Forever.
And I like it.