You know, my dad always said, “There’s a big difference between saying something, and doing something.” I agree, but I’d also say, “You should always reach your goal even though you’re limited in what you can do.” And by the way, there are no limits.
Every day, just about every day, at 5 o’clock, I draw a heart for my daughter. I’ve been doing this for a few years. I always wanted to see the hearts up and all together in one place. So, on February 14, 2017, we packed all my hearts, all 600 of them, into two suitcases, drove into the city, went to the loft where I had my first brain bleed, put up all 600 hearts, looked at them, took photographs, watched the sunset as all my friends arrived. Then, had a good chat. Then, took down all the hearts, packed them up and went home. We had a classic pop-up art show. We all talked about doing it, and then did it.
Going back to the scene of the crime was kind of like giving the finger to my brain bleeds. It was kind of a big FU to my brain bleeds, my brain surgeries, my seizures, etc. It didn’t bother me going back there. It was kind of a challenge, but it felt good.
You know, I just wanted to say thank you to my family and all of my good friends. They were really helpful. I couldn’t have done this alone. No way. So, thank you to all my angels. The only regret I have is I wish Sam, my daughter, was here to see this all. So, if you see her, please show this to her. She lives in Texas. I hope you get to check out all the photos. It was pretty cool. Not a bad Valentine’s Day present. Right?
This is B. Nice signing off. Love, B. Nice