Since the completion of the Surf Cup in the first week of August I think I have been home a total of something like 17 days.
I have been everywhere from Vegas, Spokane, Wichita (twice), Oklahoma City, Norfolk, Atlanta and San Luis Obispo. I’ve worked on video gigs, gay weddings, MMA Webshows and Polo Charity Events. It’s been a crazy ride, and for the most part I’ve enjoyed myself immensely.
But the final part of this whirlwind tour was the loss of my Uncle Francis after emergency heart surgery to replace his failed aortic valve and to peform a bypass.
It was a tragic ending to a very long strange trip I’ve felt like I have been on.
I’m so tired, and I’m so numb. I don’t really know what else there is to say about it.
I want to talk to someone, anyone about how I am feeling, but I just don’t have words to say right now.
I feel very lost.