Myself and the team have been working flat out on Espresso Martini for 3 weeks since she got poisoned and lost all power in her body. I have to say I started doubting.
I was wrong. Look at her at the end here. She’s UP again!!!
Massie: "I think it's ironic that we control the House, Senate, Supreme Court, and the White House, and we're yelling 'election fraud'? I mean, we won all the damn elections."
@FreddyLA7 LOL, welp on the other route I had a good cooler suggestion, but now see if you’ll be close to Letchworth and Watkins Glen State Parks in New York. More waterfalls, and beautiful!
The Lessons I Learned from My Dad
I am not the man my father is.
I am trying. Some days closer. Some days farther.
He never sat me down and explained these lessons. He lived them. I’m still learning them.
Show up.
The kitchen table. The hospital room. The funeral. The picket line. The call from the son who won’t answer.
Show up.
Most days that’s the whole job.
My whole life I watched him do it. Not for cameras. Not for headlines. Not because there was something in it for him. He showed up because someone needed him.
I learned that grief doesn’t make you special.
My father buried a wife and daughter. He buried a son. Yet he never treated grief as a claim on other people’s sympathy. Instead, it made him notice theirs.
A mother who lost a child. A father sitting beside a hospital bed. A kid scared about what comes next. A son who lost his mother, his sister, his brother.
He always noticed.
I learned that power is not the point.
The people who chase power eventually confuse the office with themselves.
My father never did.
Whether he was a county councilman, a senator, vice president, or president, he was the same man.
The title changed.
He didn’t.
I learned that family comes first.
The train from Wilmington wasn’t symbolism.
It was every night.
He read to us. Showed up to games. Sat through hospital rooms. Waited up for children who were lost.
And when the day came that the country and the family could not both have him at full strength, he chose family. He relinquished the last chapter of how he wanted to be remembered. And he never complained about it.
Most of all, I learned that love is not soft.
Love is discipline.
Love is showing up at one in the morning when nobody is watching.
Love is answering the phone.
Love is staying.
Love is getting back up after life knocks you down and doing it all again tomorrow.
That love saved my life.
I’ve failed at many of these lessons, sometimes in very public ways.
He loved me anyway.
That’s the last lesson.
I am not trying to become my father.
I am trying to carry what he gave me.
And if I can do that, even imperfectly, that will be enough.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.
Promised her a better life when she invited herself into @happydoggothai after being abandoned in the jungle.
Look at Buttons now.
That smile is priceless ❤️
🎸🇲🇽 ¡Bono y U2 conquistando el Centro Histórico bajo la lluvia! 🌧️🎶
El líder de la legendaria banda irlandesa no solo vino a grabar un videoclip, sino a vivir México desde adentro. 🙌🏼❤️
Una familia mexicana les abrió las puertas de su departamento en un emblemático edificio neocolonial, y desde uno de sus balcones, Bono salió a cantar para deleitar a los fans que —a pesar de la intensa lluvia— corearon a todo pulmón cada nota. ☔🎤🎵
#U2xMéxico #RockBajoLaLluvia #CorazónDelCentroHistórico
@pnwprincess23 This is a great list. I 🤍 The Frick and I know Governor’s Island is at the way bottom for there art installations, but for a day of nature, views, and, art it is well worth your time. 👣