My dad passed away in April 18th, 2023. I wasn’t home when it happened and I always felt like it was meant to be that way for my own reasons. The following year, we spent that weekend together as a family doing a three day prayer. The next two years after that I found myself in Las Vegas covering WrestleMania. There was always a little bit of guilt about it. Leaving my family during a hard time to go do the things I need to do for my work. Instead of being together, I’d be gone doing my thing in a world that has given me so much even before I was “the wrestling classic.
I also think it was almost meant to happen. While the wound was still fresh as the memories still come in waves, life somehow placed me in environments that gave me a distraction with opportunities I once dreamed of years ago.
The timing was too coincidental. That alone makes me think it’s a combination of my hard work and being taken care of by something bigger. Something protecting my emotions and brain.
I don’t want to put a label of exactly what that is but I recognize it and appreciate it. My dad always told me to enjoy life, travel, and embrace adventure. He’d tell us stories from his youth with so much life in them that it almost feels poetic now looking back at how these last two years played out.
I mean we can create our own narrative or tell our stories the way we want them to be remembered but I do think there is something charming about how that worked out. It didn’t have to work out like that.
Wrestling has always been a form of escapism for me and after all these years it still is. The biggest difference now is I get to be a very small part of it. I have small role in bringing it to all of you now. Keeping it a part of your daily life for moments to escape.
Next year will probably feel different, and that’s okay. Maybe I needed this these last two years more than I realized. I’ll never really know for sure because we don’t get to switch timelines and see how life would’ve unfolded otherwise.
Life eh?
Thats the end of the late night journal entry. good night.
My dad passed away in April 18th, 2023. I wasn’t home when it happened and I always felt like it was meant to be that way for my own reasons. The following year, we spent that weekend together as a family doing a three day prayer. The next two years after that I found myself in Las Vegas covering WrestleMania. There was always a little bit of guilt about it. Leaving my family during a hard time to go do the things I need to do for my work. Instead of being together, I’d be gone doing my thing in a world that has given me so much even before I was “the wrestling classic.
I also think it was almost meant to happen. While the wound was still fresh as the memories still come in waves, life somehow placed me in environments that gave me a distraction with opportunities I once dreamed of years ago.
The timing was too coincidental. That alone makes me think it’s a combination of my hard work and being taken care of by something bigger. Something protecting my emotions and brain.
I don’t want to put a label of exactly what that is but I recognize it and appreciate it. My dad always told me to enjoy life, travel, and embrace adventure. He’d tell us stories from his youth with so much life in them that it almost feels poetic now looking back at how these last two years played out.
I mean we can create our own narrative or tell our stories the way we want them to be remembered but I do think there is something charming about how that worked out. It didn’t have to work out like that.
Wrestling has always been a form of escapism for me and after all these years it still is. The biggest difference now is I get to be a very small part of it. I have small role in bringing it to all of you now. Keeping it a part of your daily life for moments to escape.
Next year will probably feel different, and that’s okay. Maybe I needed this these last two years more than I realized. I’ll never really know for sure because we don’t get to switch timelines and see how life would’ve unfolded otherwise.
Life eh?
Thats the end of the late night journal entry. good night.
