Wednesday, July 27, 2011

To You

Hey Pops-

I just had a thought occur to me that I wanted to share with you. I had the urge to get up and walk into your office and crack a joke and make you laugh, and catch up for a minute on real life stuff, filling in the details about the deals, the tenants, the numbers...but touching base on what's important in my life outside of this place. I got a sensation of being happy and excited to share, of seeing your face, hearing your voice, sitting down in front of you and...well,...talking.

I miss that. I think I miss it the most. It happens all of the time, but for some reason today it just didn't occur to me that you aren't here for a couple of seconds, and in that brief amount of time I experienced a fond feeling, a memory. It's something I still have, and I'm grateful for it. You gave me so many of those moments, and having the gift of the last few years working with you in the office was probably my favorite of all of the 35 years I got to share with you. The biggest blessings were hidden in the sometimes mundane, always challenging, but never dull moments that we shared day in and day out.

You would have been laughing out loud with that wide-eyed "holy shit" surprised look when I told you about the bat that hit a tenant in the face at 4 in the morning this morning. Yeah, a fucking bat. I took care of it. Get back to doing whatever you were doing wherever you are. I hope it's a problem you are solving, just like the thousands you handled so well when you were here with the rest of us. Big picture stuff. You were a big picture kind of man. And the best man I knew.

I miss you.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Homeward Bound

Homeward Bound
Originally uploaded by daddyisaninja.
I'm blogging from flickr when I want a picture for the time being. And today...right now, I wanted to post this picture. Because it makes me happy. Because doing stuff like riding bikes and scooters over to my house it as much fun for them as it is for me. Or vice versa. You know what I mean...we're all on the same page.

And I wanted to look at this picture for a minute today to take me out of the chaos and challenges, and remember that the scene in this picture will likely happen again tomorrow evening, and all will be good again.

I can't wait for that.

Thursday, July 21, 2011


Today was a special day for my dad and Beccy. It popped up on my reminders, making my phone ding this morning as I was getting the kids fed and dressed. Normally I love it when my calendar works the way it was supposed to:

Somebody's Birthday - Ding. Sweet, send them a text or an email, grab a card or present usually. Done.

Kids' karate lesson, swim lesson, school performance - Ding. Sweet, I have an hour to get there and take some pictures or video.

Somebody's anniversary - Ding...

Wow, this must be a really hard day for that certain somebody left behind today. Well, there's not a whole lot I can do except say "I'm thinking about you, and I love you."

That will never do the trick.

The calendar is always changing. The name of the game is adaptation. Change is the only constant. We can't always pick and choose what or when that change will take place. All we can do is roll with the punches, and say "I love you" as much as possible. Even when we aren't saying it to someone in front of us. Even when we are saying it to the picture on the wall.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

WTF Blogger?

Where are all of my pictures disappearing to?! This is really ruining the blogger buzz I had going on in here. What am supposed to do now? Write more original content? Sheesh.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

New Digs

Old Southwest.
Kind neighbors.
Warmth and laughter.

Life is good.

Oh, and did I mention it's within walking distance of my office, my brother's house, the river, and everything else I love? It is.

That is all for now.

Monday, July 11, 2011


He bought me my first BMX...technically is was a Mongoose, with mag wheels. So badass. He always had us reach in the bottom drawer of his desk to grab a candy bar or a silver dollar. He begged us to come up and swim at his house, where there was more soda pop and snacks than any other place we knew. He treated us all like his own children. My parents called him "The definition of The Good Samaritan." He was. The older I got the more I realized that there weren't too many men in this world who would give you the shirt off their back. That was nothing to him. He taught me how to fly an airplane, and talked me through the process as I landed behind a huge jet, rocking back and forth until that wonderful touch down. He made me promise that when and if I ever got a jet, I would take him for a ride. I wish I could have done that.

Bud was a lot of things to a lot of people, and he was always, always upbeat. I could never put into words what a man like this has meant to me in my life, but I was at least lucky enough last week to tell him "Thank you."

Say hi to my dad for me, Bud. I love you.

7.12.11 Post Script:

I'm sitting in the office this morning, thinking about how brief that post was last night and how important Bud was in my life, as well as those of so many others. I think that it will take some time to really comprehend his effect. Time spent living a life made possible by him and others like him. Time at my desk, making calls on apartment buildings I want to sell, thinking about how my dad always called Bud his Mentor, and how Bud convinced him to get into the apartment business, which is what allowed my dad to make a real career and provide for a big family, helping us all through college and every other stage in life.

There are so many things to say Thank You for every day. There really isn't a time that comes when you can list it all down and set up a coffee with someone and summarize it to them, sharing with them that every single one of those moments we shared was impressed and important. Sometimes, you don't even get the chance to say the word "Thanks", and all of the sudden it's too late.

So Bud, for teaching me a little bit more about how vital gratitude is to keep in my heart every day: Thanks again.

Friday, July 8, 2011


Hey, Beccy-

Thank you.

You are simply amazing. Stronger than anyone I've ever met. I never had any doubts why my dad chose you, because he was always so happy since he did. But now I know that you were actually chosen for him, and he for you.

And here we both are, early into the next part of this Journey. I'm sure that it will be full of struggle and laughter and love and pain, and as always it will be perfectly designed. Just like the parts that landed me in your guest bedroom for the past couple of months. Right where I needed to be.

You are beautiful.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Things that made me happy this week

It is the simple things in life that are truly the most valuable. But don't get me wrong, there is nothing simple about anything in these pictures, excepting for the simple common denominator that they all love.