A weekly journal of my journey
written candidly.

What a week. Started the week in Minneapolis, hung out in Stevens Point during the middle of the week, then got back to Houston for a few days. As this blog is posted I’ll be packing to go back to Wisconsin again. Dad is rehabbing well. Had someone mention that it sounded like he is in rehab for alcohol/drugs so I’ll clear it up, it’s a physical rehab facility. My dad loves a cocktail but it’s his body that’s broken right now, not his liver lol.

Pain, trauma, and worry have made me numb in many ways recently. I’m conditioned to expect more shitty news and bad things to happen… at least in my current mental state. My dads been in the hospital and in rehab trying to get strong enough to move back to a normal life and I’m doing my best to be there in-person as often as possible. Having my mom die and then having my dad in the hospital right after has really fucked with my head.

This week started just as it was supposed to, a great trip to DFW to see some of our favorite dealers. But, it quickly took an ugly turn on Tuesday evening. As I was sitting with my colleagues, Phil and Jace I received a phone call from Kyle. “Hey man, just wanted to let you know your dad just called an ambulance. I’m on the way to the house. It sounds like he hasn’t really been eating or sleeping for days.”

Started off the week with a special meeting that’s been a long time coming mixed with a little watch show for The Heights Luxury Watch Company with my cousin. First of all, my dear friend Mike Mynatt. We started working together years ago (back in 2017) and it’s been a half dozen years since we last partnered up. Well, fast forward to last week and we’re on track to be working together again. Mike is a wonderful person, a great supporter of my journey, and a great car dealer.