The Urgency and Hope

It’s been a pretty crazy week or so with the launch of the indiegogo campaign to raise money to print the book and build a well. It blows my mind how much money we have raise in the first week. How people have been following what is going on with this book, and also the excitement for people to have a book of their own. Its so exciting and makes all the work and time worth while. And to talk of the support, just wow!

Still, I do worry that we will not reach our goal and that no one will get the book. See if we don’t raise the $30,000 in the 40 days we have then the book won’t be printed and the well will not be built. Which scares and worries me. We have come so far, so many things have been over-come and now it comes down to these 40 days. Its as if just this one last time we (or really I) need to put all of my faith in this and hope and believe that good will come out of this and that we can overcome this large number that needs to be raised. Which comes to show that in these next 40 days I don’t have any real control over. Days where all I can do is write to you here, send out emails (which I have sent to Oprah, Ellen and a few other celebrities for support), and keep campaigning on social media for support. But at the end of the day it comes down to people supporting us and helping by telling this story, and even being a part of this story.

So with that, thank you for your support so far. I hope that you keep sharing Sarah’s and my story and that we can build a well together to help people get clean water.

Happy Birthday, The Day has come.

Well my friends….We have set sail for the final chapter of the book. Today we launched our indiegogo page to sell the book and give 100% of the profit to charity water to build a well in Sarah’s name. Not only is the launch of the book, but it is also Sarah’s birthday today and what better way to celebrate then to release the book for sale and to start raising money to make a difference in the world.

It is a crazy feeling knowing that we are near the end, but also have set out to raise $30,000 to make a difference in the world. To be totally honest, I am so excited and scared. Scared because who knows the out come of this, also money and numbers scare me. But when fear is overcome great things can happen and that is what we are hoping for.

Still, it has been a crazy few weeks getting ready and ensuring all the details are all together. Last week we even shot a video to help tell the story of Sarah and this book. I am so blessed to have friends that I look up to as videographers that gave up two days to film and edit. Also so lucky that we have some amazing friends helping to support this project and promote it. And I am thankful for you all that have been following and supporting me along the way. So I am happy to tell you, fin will be here soon and the launch has been kicked off in the best way and I would love for you to go check out the indiegogo page and support or even just keep up with where we are in this project.

Thank you so much, and more exciting news will be coming soon…

 

https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/a-year-of-adventures-my-dear

Needing Help In These Exciting Times Of The Adventure.

It has been a crazy few days and almost some what unreal. Details have been coming together to launch the fundraising to print the book and build a well with Charity Water. So many things are coming into focus and now that has me so excited I some times can’t even sit still when I am thinking about it. Still on the other hand it scares me a bit. Because of the unknown. But we will just take it one thing at a time.

Still, before we kick off the campaign and start raising money for the well that we will build (which the kick off will be Nov. 22nd, which is also Sarah’s birthday.) I could use your help getting the word out that we will be kick off the fundraiser. Its real easy and only take a moment. Below is a link to a website, if you could please go there and click on the button that says support which will link to one of your social media and on the 22nd it will automatically post that day telling people about the book, and our goal of building a well. If you could do that it would help us start off on the right foot as we set out on the final leg of this adventure.

https://www.thunderclap.it/projects/18935-a-year-of-adventures-my-dear?locale=en

It’s crazy to think that this project will soon be done, and that we have a real chance of building a well in memory of Sarah and that her final work will be printed. So thank you for your help and being a part of this. It will be some exciting months to come as we see how Fin will look.

Thank you.

No Good Thing Ever Dies.

Life has seemed odd having a printed version of the book in my home. It is also odd when you live in a new area, with new people in your life and they learn about your story. But in that oddness it is beautiful. Last night I was at the local Theater that shows older movies, where they were showing the movie “The Shawshank Redemption.” If you have not seen it, then you should. But its a movie about hope, when a man is stripped of everything he had and while in prison he does not lose his hope. Near the end of the movie the main character says this,

“hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies.”
And in that moment, I realized that line and or statement is so very true. It holds so much weight and understanding of what hope is. Some of the new people I have met out here and learned of Working Towards Fin, and A Year Of Adventure, My Dear asked and wondered how I am so positive, loving, easy going. How am I ok and its only been 2 years. And I just say, its hope.
I hope, we build a well to help people
I hope, this story of Sarah helps people
I hope, that people will enjoy her amazing work
And I hope, I will get to see her again one day.
It’s hope that keeps us from fall completely apart in our most darkest days. We may not know what we are hoping for at the time, but it shows up, because its good and no good thing ever dies. Like the will to make a difference in the world no matter how small it is.
So, I hope at the end of this month and starting in the next, that you will order this book so that all of the funds made by selling it can go to building a well to be clean water to people that can only hope for it. And I hope you will enjoy it. So keep checking in because we will be launching the site where you can be apart of this adventure and order a book.

This Is Real…

           Almost two weeks ago I got the layout to the book and ordered the first printing of it. I was so excited as I pushed the order button that I could not believe that I has just ordered the first book of “A Year Of Adventures, My Dear.” And then I went on with my day, as it may normally go.
          Then this past thursday while taking a break at work I check on the shipping status of the book, thinking that it would be coming in Friday, I was shocked when the status of the book said, “delivered.” DELIVERED!! I was shocked, excited, panicking because it was siting on my porch and I was at work, and thrilled with the news. So what does any responsible person do in a moment like this? Well, you finish your work day and then rush home to get the book off your porch!
As I pulled up to the house I could see the box at my door, I grabbed my things walked to the door and picked it up, and I was greeted with the weight of the book and what was about to unfold when I got in to the house. I sat it down on the dinning room table, but my jacket and bag away, then just sat at the table looking at the box. Just looking at it trying to clear my mind, to let the busyness of the day slow down so I could enjoy this moment that has take two years to arrive. I open the box, pulled the book out and that moment that I have been longing for had come. I could feel this book, it weighted something, it was real, and in my hands. Oddly I just held it and look at it. Finally I took that deep breath and open the book and it was brilliant. The smell of a new book hit my face and the sound of the books spin cracking filled my ears. As I turned the pages for the first time it was as if I was seeing it for the first time. I marveled over every page and was taken back to every moment that took place as these photos where taken. As I keeper turning the pages I felt as if time had slow down. It was amazing, perfect, and breath taking. I held the book as if I was holding the hand of my lost love and was not sure if I could put the book down. Still I reach the end, closed the book and just smiled. Then the thought came to me, that we did it, we finished the book. It’s done and it’s in my hands.
            But there is still a bit more to finish before fin. We need to raise money to print and to build a well. We need not just finished Sarah’s book, but we did something good with it, something meaningful, and something she would have wanted. We need to make something beautiful come from this and that is the well. A well that can give clean water to people in need and something that gives life, when we have learn what its like when a life is taken. So in the next month we will launch our campaign to print and build that well and I hope that you will be apart of that in some way.
Thank you for reading, and I hope soon you will be holding the book in your hands just like I am.
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Another…

Two years or seven hundred and thirty days if you want to be technical. But in a odd way that feels like forever and then at the same time not so long. Still its another year past of learning how to live life after tragedy. I think thats why after a war or battle or unpleasant event they call the time after everything has calmed down, the aftermath. Which to me is an odd word, aftermath. I guess people use that word because they mathematically try to calculate how long it will take to rebuild, to heal, to learn a new way of doing things when something has been broken and can’t be fixed. But that word seems so cold and has no hope or life to it, because I know for me, for us that math and numbers can’t help, they just put a timeline to our live.

I will be honest with you, I don’t know if I will ever sleep well the night before today, I don’t know what this day will hold anymore, and I am not sure what next year will look like. But in the not knowing I guess that is where you find hope that something better is to come, something better is out there and we just need to hold on because we will get to find that something that is so much great then this tragedy. I guess I am just holding on to the idea that there has to be some kind of good from all of this. Maybe its the book, or maybe it’s the reminder to live a life like Sarah did, one that was filled with love and passion. Or maybe its something that I will never see or come to know and if thats the case I just hope that something good comes.
So, I don’t know if you fell apart today, I don’t know if you are still putting back together parts of your life because of this. But I know this day will always be uncomfortable because of what it holds. For me I am going to Art Prize (something I have a love and hate for) with two of Sarah’s and my closet friends. The day will be filled with remembering the better times and not dwelling on the these past to years. Today may even be underscored by sleeping at last. I know in the mist of trying to find good, there will be break downs, sad silent moments, tears, and even messages of people that they are praying for me and for us. But even in all of that, I hope you press on and live with love and passion as we learned from Sarah.
We had a year of morning and now another year has past.
I always feel like I am lost for time. Not knowing how long things have been. I used to know. After Sarah past I could tell you by the day how long she has been gone. till something changed and it was not about remembering the how long, but fighting a battle to just remember her. Remembering her smile, he laugh, how she would scrunch up her noise and talk in a high pitch voice when she was excited. It’s more about remembering the person then the time they have been gone. I hope that is what you do today. You remember her. You remember how she lived, what she meant in your life, and the wonderful moments you had together. Remember those things, because in the darkest of days, when we fill them with joyful moments they don’t seems as dark.
I love and miss you Sarah.
Don
“Cry wolf, cry mercy, cry the name of the one you were raised to believe
Cry heart, cry yourself to sleep, cry a storm of tears if it helps you breathe
It helps you, if it helps you breathe” -Sleeping At Last

Fall

The sweetness of a 7:30pm drive

It was 7:30pm on Friday when I started my drive back to my new “home.” The sun had already started its beautiful color show as the sun set for the night, so the moon could join me for the last half of the drive. It was an amazing drive, the sky was magnificent, and the music was soft and calming. But, that was not the best part, the best part was I was leaving my brother and sister’s from seeing the final edit of the book. I saw the final layouts, the colors, the different fonts, and artwork that brought the book to life. It was perfect. Jim did such an amazing job, and saw things that kept the book true to what Sarah would have loved. It was an amazing night just sitting with Jim, talking about the book, and the different things we loved. The different things that we felt made it perfect– different things that only he and I would get– as if Sarah, Jim, and I all had different hidden meanings brought together in this book… but no one person’s labor could be seen. The book unifies us, even if Sarah is no longer with us and I now live a few hours away. We are connected now, through this book as well.

I have not looked at the book in a while, and when we sat there, it felt like it came to life. Not because this is the final edit and a step closer to the end– to fin, but because of something I cannot tell you in words, something I cannot express. I guess you will understand soon. Still, to top it off, not only did I see it, but Jim printed off the book on large sheets of paper to make a demo print of the pages and somewhat rough book. Yes, paper and ink together making what looked to be a rough copy of the book. I finally got a trailer, a teaser, of what the book felt like. A guide to how it will feel, look, and fold; it was real and felt as if I should be dreaming. Because something this sweet, beautiful, and meaningful I felt could only come in a dream nowadays, because I am still bitter by how life can take so much from us in the most uncomfortable and awful ways.

But, this is no dream. It was real. I guess in reality this just proves me wrong, proves bitterness wrong. We maybe robbed in life from some amazing things that could have been and that were, but we only become completely lost when we stop seeing the beauty that is still around us. Like the smile of a newborn, a couple walking down an aisle after saying I do, and a stranger giving you a smile because they know life is as sweet as we make it.

Seeing this book in one of its final states was that moment that, even with the bitterness, sweetness was present. We just have to look for it, create it, and be open to it. The drive west on Friday was one of great sweetness and perfection. I drove back knowing that so much of our souls have been poured in to this book, and now I just hope and pray that we can raise the money to print the book and build a well, so that this story has a sweetness to the end that will make us all smile and be at peace with this journey.

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