This stupid post wouldn’t go through to Kevin yesterday, so I am editing today and trying to resend…
Bourbon in oak casks and surgery-joshing
Framily gathers for tumour-shaped noshing
Mind-numbing headaches soon won’t be a thing
These are a few of Kev’s favourite things…
I can’t fucking format this post on my phone, so I am already distracted from the task at hand. Plus, I can’t seem to upload the pic I took of the bourbon in whiskey barrels that are set up in my kitchen. But I can choose to insert any of Kevin’s previously used pics if I want. Complete horseshit. But then there’s this:
Anywho, we are a few hours away from many of you gathering in honor of Charlie’s last week as a thing that pulsates in Kevin’s head. It will be awesome to meet others who are framily of Jess and Kevin and celebrate this journey. And really, to send them off into this final week of living this nightmare. It ends soon. Healing begins. And we’ll have the responsibility to drink for Kevin for a while, not just drink with and to him. We’ll take this responsibility seriously, sir.
I feel so good about what’s to come. I really do. I have maintained positivity all along, though this last week got dicey. But Kevin’s got this surgery nailed. And Jess has the superhuman strength to carry the rest – she’s my hero. In all? Piece of tumour-shaped cake!
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