Dear Friends,
My dear brother-in-law Brian died a couple weeks ago. His 15-year-old daughter gave a eulogy at the funeral, and she ended with a message to him. "We're going to be okay," she said. It was a powerful statement from someone who was probably having her worst week ever.
Every day since then, I've discovered new holes in my life left by Brian's absence, and I keep coming back to what my niece said. Are she and her brothers really going to be okay? Is my sister going to be okay? Am I going to be okay?
It's hard to talk about, but the self-indulgent act of writing a song about it has been unexpectedly therapeutic. The song is called "Okay," but feel free to call it OK for short, or even just 'K if you're really pressed for time. I tried to capture what it feels like to be without him, but also express genuine optimism about our ability to carry on. We will never stop missing him, but it shouldn't always feel like it does now.
With that in mind, I intend to return to trying (too hard) to be funny again next month. Thank you all for your love and support!
With warmest regards,
Zach
