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Patron edition!
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It wasn't a great week, but I appreciate your support and hope everyone is spending these days as every day should be spent. Awake, alive, and with the realization that none of us will be here forever, so it's probably best to make the most of it.
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Maybe I'm mortal
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After sending out last week's newsletter, I learned that a friend of mine died suddenly in his sleep. He's not reading this episode of Freshly Brewed Thoughts. He's not going to hit reply and say something about how I should be playing RDR2 with him and Doug (because their posse is "the shite"). He's not going to answer my rheotorical questions anymore and then get into a discussion about zombies. If I playfully identity theft him again, he won't know about it. I only took my shoes off once in his presence, and I walk around barefoot about 70% of the time.
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The last thing he tweeted was about Maybe Zombies. He had four chapters left. Did he finish it? Would he have liked the ending? Did he like his ending? Did it hurt? Was it peaceful? He was too young, too full of life, too utterly cool to die. So why did he?
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I have advice for people who are grieving or will grieve, as we all will for some reason in life: Allow it. Grief is every human emotion tangled up and out of order. There is no grieving well or not grieving well. Whatever emotions you experience are valid. Be kind to yourself, no matter what kind of crazy shit the emotional depths geyser into your conscious thought.
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Maybe I need help?
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#RIPDai - I wish you would have stuck around for the good part. We were, for years, just getting started. We were supposed to have more time.
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