05/16/2026
Sitting at Silver Spruce Brewing, drinking a stout while waiting on my dogs from Toby's Dog House with the sun on my back merely blocks from my home.
Taking that order home to sit in my cabana to eat, drink, smoke a cigar and watch TV as the pool fills for the season, I can't believe my "luck".
However, "luck" has had nothing to do with this. I think back on nearly 30 years in funeral service; nearly 30 years of being on call 24/7; nearly 30 years of honing my craft. I think of 24 hour work days, fighting fatigue on the road, powering through endless hours in the middle of the night toiling away in embalming rooms far from home. I think of owning a small business, paying bills, making payroll, paying mortgage, paying taxes, anxiety, depression, happiness, sadness, small victories, huge defeats, large risks, small gains, success, failure, success again; one step forward, two steps back, then forward again.
I wouldn't trade it for all the money and success in the world.