Yesterday was the fourth of July and as many of you may know, that is the day that my brother Rhett died four years ago. For the population in general it’s a national holiday, for me it’s a depressing anniversary. This year it wasn’t nearly as difficult as the years proceeding. I miss him and parts of my identity will never be the same without him, but I didn’t cry this year (for the first time). I just remembered him fondly and tried to enjoy the day to the best of my ability.
There was a softball picnic yesterday with Esther’s extended family in Savage at Hidden Valley Park. The Zimmermans were there, we found a geocache (my 75th!), we played softball, threw the old football around, it was a really nice time. There was a little rain, but for the most part I just wore myself out running and jumping and throwing and catching and that seemed like a pretty good recipe for getting through the day. I’ll have to remember that for next year.
This morning Esther was talking about how she really felt the desire to have a meditation space, somewhere hidden and safe. So, we concocted a top secret plan and we’re in the process of executing it right now. We have to go buy some pillows and some other stuff. If I told you where the top secret hidden meditation space was, I’d have to kill you, and even though readership at RyanSutter.net is down, that would still be more homicide than I’m comfortable with so I’ll just sign off now…
