Ain’t No Thing!

From my heart friends—thank you.            
 
My brother John died last week of liver failure related to alcohol.
 
While his passing wasn’t unexpected, it’s never easy for anybody. Our friends, my parents, my siblings all came back together to hang out and tell stories. Fun with each other through the bittersweet tears of grief and joy. Pictures, videos, stories.
 
John didn’t want a service—but we were all determined to be together anyway. Too bad, so sad, man. We had to.
 
Thank you for your understanding of my last-minute trips to Oklahoma these past few weeks to spend as much time with him as possible before he was gone. And then to laugh, cry, and tell a few stories with the best of them. Thank you so much!
 
My brother John was a piece of work! In the best sense of that, a real character. Rock & roll radio DJ, concert and community event planner and promoter, project manager. John was a “get-er-done” guy!
 
I used to joke that just his Rolodex—okay, a dated reference—just the contacts in his phone were worth tens of thousands on somebody’s payroll. You know that kind of person. John knew everybody.
 
No strangers in John’s world. He would do anything for you. Anything. He worked hard. He played harder!

He played so hard it killed him.
You all—to a person—you all would have loved him.
 
Thank you for your prayers, for the texts, and calls. Thank you for caring for me as much as I care for you. This is who we are, and I thank you. I thank God for all of you.
 
If you’re struggling with drink or anything, you’ve got people. Right here, right now.
We’re here for you. I’m here for you. Whatever we can do to help. I will.
As John would say, “Ain’t no thing chicken wing!”
It’s what we do.
 
Grace & Peace,
Scott