I want to share something precious (please don’t get distracted or ask questions-not unpacking the painful tonight)

A few nights before Alick drowned I sat by his bed and he told me about how he wanted to be a video game designer when he got older. I was shocked as we talked

He made me laugh (he was the funniest person in life to me) as he shared his dreams and he said “...it takes a whole lot of stupid ideas to make a good idea” I have never forgotten those words. They are sacred to me. I feel like they came from the Divine

Today I thought about my dreams. Many of them are silly and not worth anything to anyone else...but that little boy was full of life. I always felt that I could conquer anything when he was near me. His whole life he was a dreamer-those dreams were cut short by tragedy

In the weeks and months and years since burying this piece of my heart I have often whispered, cried and screamed into the air that I will live a life I am proud of. Even if nobody else believes in me. For all reading-I want that for you too.

I am unpacking the sacred to tell you to write the book. Paint. Start the podcast. Get therapy. Go to school. Run a marathon. We only have one shot. Alick was right, it does take a whole lot of stupid ideas to make a good idea

Lastly, losing Alick and his brother Louis on the same day are tragedies I would not wish on any human. They were my best friends and hope for redemption. From the grave their words still teach me. I want to live a life that they would be proud of. May God fill you with hope