Right now when I’m writing this it’s somewhere near 1 am and there is a cool mountain breeze blowing through a home that 50+ years ago cost only $18,000 and the proud young man and his new bride paid a monthly mortgage of just $87. The home has seen children and grand children and soon a great grandchild in it’s walls and has been host to much joy, some sorrow, and a lifetime of memories that mean more than any dollar amount.
The house belongs to one of the greatest men I have ever known, my grand father. The man who no longer recognizes me and who I barely recognize. The man who is slowly dying not 10 feet from me and where I took the above picture using my laptop and only lamp in the room while he sleeps.
In a way the scene is almost poetic. My grandfather is the oldest son and first born in his family. Sleeping in the lazy boy next to him is my dad who is the oldest son and first born, and then there’s me who has the same status. The three of us together in the living room as the night ticks on.
It seems like forever since I have made a blog post. I haven’t even posted a follow up to, or responded to the comments on, the last blog post and I feel terrible, but this is why. Between my own medical traumas (the doctors think I had a stroke at the rip old age of 29 and it’s why I suddenly lost 40-50% of the vision in my left eye), my grandfather, and keeping up on client work I haven’t had the time to write too many blog posts.
Thanks for your patience and I’ll be back with some new content, ideas, and discussions I want to have with you once everything is over and done with.
Thanks for reading,
Josh “Shua” Peters