First and foremost, Blues in! Have a few for me next game and at the parade. Almost as important, congrats to Holly and Ryan on your wedding. I wish I could have been there to celebrate with you.
I feel like this is an Oscars speech I'm rushing to get through, so I apologize for forgetting anyone. For those have have known me long (or even, just known me well) this day has probably seemed inevitable. The delicate balance of mental health, physical health, and overall life security/happiness is one I've constantly struggled to achieve. On the rare times all were good, my life was better than I could have imagined. Yet when one would slip, it would tend to bring down the others, finding me in long bouts of crumbling depression. Usually in those times I've found family and friends to lean on, but both distance and my growing tired of being a burden have added up to create a terrible situation.
Physically, things aren't pretty but they could be worse. Thursday went pretty well and while things haven't yet been working yet. there's cause to believe they would. Thanks to Kristen and Katie for our long private conversations about my butt. To you two and the hundreds (if not thousands) of other people in the medical field that have worked to help me, I'm sorry for letting you down.
To my boys.. I love you all like brothers. I love each and every weird conversation we've had, even when they were arguments. In particular, the various derivations of chat/text groups with Mikey, Sean, Jimmy, Nathan, Kenny have served as constant entertainment... and deleted today for the protection of the innocent. Josh, Pogue, Deano, Alex, Grant ...and so many more, thank you guys. Make sure the next commissioner for the Bradske is a man of upstanding quality and unsurpassed vulgarity. I'm sorry for letting you down.
To my girls (both the friend kind and the 'not talking to me' kind).. I love you all tool. The list of names are far too many but the one thing they all seem to have is a combination of beauty, intelligence, a good heart, and being far too patient with a dipshit like me. K, the irony isn't lost. Girls, I'm sorry for letting you down.
To my family. Most everyone thinks they have a great family but I would stack mine up against yours, and mine would win every time. Not a single person is not well-educated, professionally successful, fun as hell, and was able to raise a great family of their own (many of whom are now raising their own great families). It's truly humbling to think that somehow I was related to all of these people. In particular I want to thank my Grandpa for all of his teachings through years.
my aunt Beth, for going well above and beyond what anyone else would do for me. I'm glad I will no longer be an embarrassing black mark on an otherwise incredible group of people. I'm sorry for letting you down. To my brother Daniel and sis in law April) my email goes into more slightly more detail.
To everyone else on here that might not fit into one of those three categories: thank you for touching my life in some way. I see so many high school associates, college friends, parents of my friends, co-workers, random people I met while in Europe (and one less random), and a number that I honestly don't know who you are. In any case, I'm sorry for letting you down.
Finally, to my dad. Who turned down a proposal to get me out of a very unsafe environment for a single bedroom over defined short-term, with rent and household duties, I'm not-particularity sorry for letting you down.
I'll be here as long as I'm here, afterwards my FB will be attended by someone that didn't ask for the job and is welcome to hand it over (or just shut it down). J- if you want to keep it open, just make the occasion post about sports, politics, and pop culture crap. Don't sign on for a day, then sign back on and like 150 different things. Go to the True Crime pages and post off-color gifs, then apologize for them later. It's pretty simple, really.
For real though, a lot of people have gone through these things. If you have any friends like me- maybe don't chat with them ofter or check-in because it seems like everything all is well ... check in.
Not since college have I composed something so long without using a derivation of 'fuck.' Oh, fuck.