Brain Strain

So my business partner, friend, and man that I just adore has been hospitalized in Italy with a mass on his brain. Looks like they are going to operate and he and Rebecca will be there for at least another month. He is in a lot of pain and there isn’t much we can do but pray.

I’m trying not to bug him with work details, and we are getting pretty good at hacking along over here, but dammit I miss him. He’s a mighty fine man and even if they do take half of his brain, he’ll still be smarter than most everyone I know who still has their whole brain.

I never wanted to run a company and I sure don’t wanna without him. But I’m putting on my big girl pants because you know what, Tyler’s gonna need some income to see him and his family through these next few months. And dammit Tyler! you don’t even have insurance!  So there’s that. Such an anarchist–of course he doesn’t have insurance. HA! Well, good thing he is rich in friends because our GoFundMe campaign is going to raise millions because Tyler is just that kind of guy. Good as gold. .yep that’s T to the core. Bustin’ his ass for everyone else. Now it’s our turn to pay it back.

And man I’m turning in to a class A cusser. Feels good to say what you feel instead of acting all prim and proper. Perhaps I’m not refined. Not so shocking now is it?  I should probably work on it, but right now, I’m just saying it how it is. I love you T and I know that whatever is supposed to happen will. I hope that now isn’t your time to go because I will miss you sorely–but deep down inside I know you won’t be gone. Heck, I’ll probably see you more then than I see you now. You’d better come visit me in a million ways. Every time I hear an Andrea accent I’ll think of you. . . and every time I eat Italian food I’ll think of you. I will just go sit at Harmon’s and eat gelato. And I’ll watch Phil, Rick and Ty, and svêlo and trump videos and laugh and cry. You are my favorite T. Can’t wait for you to get back over here and start calling the shots again and pretending that I’m the Boss

I love you T and I know that whatever is supposed to happen will. I hope that now isn’t your time to go because I will miss you sorely–but deep down inside I know you won’t be gone. Heck, I’ll probably see you more than I see you now. You’d better come visit me in a million ways. Every time I hear an accent (esp Andrea’s) I’ll think of you. Every time I eat Italian food, I’ll think of you. In fact, I will just go sit at Harmon’s and eat gelato. And I’ll watch Phil, Rick and Ty the Diabolo Guy, and svêlo and our Trump videos and laugh and cry. You are my favorite T. Can’t wait for you to get back over here and start calling the shots again and pretending that I’m the Boss Lady. . . we both know that’s bull shit, but thanks for making me feel important and for being my loyal partner and friend. xoxo