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I first met Katherine Bray(-Strickland) my freshman year of high school and we soon became very close friends. That friendship carried us through college before becoming something a whole lot more. I married my best friend on June 28th 2008. On February 10th 2010, I lost her to cancer.
The last promise my wife asked of me, was to live my life and be happy.
I have never broken a promise to Kate and I never will.

Having lost my world in 2010, I moved to the Boston area and met another amazing woman also dealing with the loss of her world.
She makes keeping the promise I made to Kate so much easier.
Shayna and I were married in 2015, are both always working on happy, and now live in the Richmond, VA area.






Monday, August 14, 2017

Charlotsville May Change My Opinion on Confederate Monuments. (and aparently have me resurect this blog)


I want to admit that the march in Charlottesville is actually changing my mind on something.  I grew up a student of American History.  I earned two degrees in it focusing primarily on the history of the American south.   Like many kids in the south what first drew me to a love of history was the Civil War.  I grew up a civil war buff, went to a number of reenactments, toured battlefields, and as a kid I slept under a fairly large framed portrait of Robert E. Lee (yes, lady killer I know).  I am and will always be a fan of history. I will always love the south, revere its history, and value the positives in its (flawed) heroes.  But this morning I cannot but want to tear down Charlottesville’s Lee monument myself (with my bare hands if necessary).

The debate of southern civil war monument removal is a hard and deeply personal one for most southerners.  It is one that pits two huge forces at odds in our minds and hearts.  On one side stands our reverence for those who fought for our region against an invading army, an invading vision of the country’s future, and an invading vision of what had been won for the country by their family members in the Revolutionary War.  On the other side the deplorable sin that held the whole rotten damned thing together.  It is a hard debate because as educated and aware southerners we carry deep appreciation for those in our family trees that stood up to an army that literally burned down our region’s cities and intentionally starved its citizenry, but we also carry deeply the sorrow and guilt of the evil that had helped build those cities and helped drive many of our kin to that defiance.      

Whether to continue to memorialize these particular, very human, individuals from a particularly inhumane era is a debate I have had with a number of people on all sides.  I have wrestled with it a lot and had largely decided that history and the teaching of history itself is what is most important.  That at one point these monuments were erected and it is up to us to teach the why’s.  Not only the good stories about those in monument or the good that those who erected the stone wanted to encapsulate but also the flaws in those we are to remember and the evil in those who thought to enshrine them.  That more than anything the statues of our past are kept today in order to spark that conversation.  And that that deep honest contemplation of our past is key and should be preserved no matter.

 Screw all of that. Every single lousy bit of it.  Screw it all.  There are victims of this white supremacist nazi bullshit.  There are congregates of a church that were meant to feel fear.  There are people that got ran over in the streets.  There is a country in shock and a region again in pain. There is also a real human being long buried in the earth who was a victim of this past weekend’s violence.  By no means is Robert E. Lee anywhere near the most important victim in this terrorist attack, he is dead guy, a corps.  But he was an individual.  One that history has thought enough of to commemorate all over the south.  But the man that I studied growing up (the good and the ill) would have be appalled at the events of this past weekend.  I believe from all I have read, that he would want the monument torn down too if this is what it engenders in its "defense".   These …f-ing morons… they spit on, they defile the thing they thought to defend. By reminding us of the racist fervor that lead to the construction of (most of) these monuments more so than of the history the monuments could teach, these modern day racists have speed the removal of statues not slowed it. 

And I have to think, if even the person a monument was supposed to honor, would be ashamed of the thing… tear it down. perhaps tear them all down.  If this is what the defense of our history looks like, we are not worthy of our history. Of course this is a very small minority of those who would defend Lee’s monument, but again, I’m pretty darn certain Lee himself (as flawed as he was) wouldn’t defend it, so I sure wont.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Seeing Success in My Failed Bet/Move to Massachusetts




Moving to Massachusetts was a beautiful wonderful mistake, but a mistake none the less. In the wake of loosing Kate and all she was to me, I anteed up, put on a straight face and gambled big with what little I felt I had left. I wanted a new start, financial security, and a close by group of friends. Push, Bust, Push. But I came out ahead in a way I had not at all expected.

The New start wasn’t what I had hoped for. Though Waltham was a beautiful town, It wasn’t the city (Boston). And it wasn’t near a group of my sister-in-law’s friends who had been so kind to me as and after I lost Kate. The apartment itself was great. Great windows, hard wood floors, a pool, and a wonderful view of the pool’s visitors’ ;-). And it was an easy find. A nice lady I had been emailing with since loosing Kate was moving out and agreed to let me and my roommate sublet the place. My hope was that I would use the time subletting to find a place closer into the city, but the roommate I brought up with me, a great friend of mine from college (Mac), had some financial issues (that I knew about prior to moving north) that meant any further move we made would be financed solely by me. Not only that, but our stay in Waltham alone, quickly became my sole responsibility as he started paying more for tuition than rent.

So my new start kind of fizzled. It wasn’t Greenville or Farmville. It wasn’t North Carolina. I was out there, away from everything that was her, that had been us, or had been safe. But I wasn’t free to go after bigger and better either. It was certainly new, but it wasn’t much of a start. Mac’s schooling and my supporting strained our friendship and my wallet. I did all I could and tried not to pester too much for help on bills and a date when he would start paying me back, but things got tight and my hopes of a move up north growing my pockets for a latter move back south became a dream of just breaking even.

Socially things started better. That nice lady and her husband began inviting Mac and I over for dinners and showing us the town. They introduced us to some cool people, candlepin bowling, and yummy ice cream. And together the four of us traveled to hang out with my sister-in-law’s friends. I really began thinking that whole group would be that close group of friends I had wanted in my move. They were/are cool people, incredibly kind, very fun to be around, and an extremely close group (exactly what I had wanted). So I tried a lot to be around them. I helped a few of them move a few times, supported their businesses, bands, and projects when I could, hung out and helped out with their events and simply acted as if I was one of them.

But things changed. That nice lady (Shayna) and her husband, who I had grown close to, split up and devorced. And over stories of different ways of loosing a love, Shayna and I grew close at the expense of my friendship with her ex. As my friendship with Shayna grew and grew I also stopped attending many group gatherings she feared he would be at because she feared him feeling awkward or hurting his feelings as they moved further apart and she tried to move on. Suppressing my hopes for hers as she needed to be kinder to his feelings than mine. Thus the group I never was a part of grew further and further away.

There were things I could have done better for sure. There was an opportunity once, I was invited to move in as a roommate with two of the group in a house my in-laws owned. It would have been in the city and it certainly would have given an opportunity to be closer with the group and it might have even stopped the drain on finances. It was a real clear “defining moment.” But I couldn’t go all in, even with that hand. Moving out would have put Mac in a real awful spot and while it might have given me a chance to become friends with some in the group that would have come with distancing myself from Shayna, who I had already become great friends with. And if I’m honest with myself I really feel I was never gong to be a true friend of any of theirs no matter what I did (at least not the kind of friend I wanted to be/have). I knew going in, that they were a very insular group and that I am not a very forceful person nor am I myself easy (at first) to get close to.

In the gamble moving up I feel I was over hopeful about my gambles. I should have set tighter limits on my support of Mac. I mistook the groups kindness towards a friend’s widowed brother-in-law as a move toward friendship with him. After moving up I think all sides tried, but relationships changed and being my friend and me being a friend to them, got harder.

But now Its another new start. Mac is in a better position financially than he had been. Though I cant say the same for myself, the important thing is I think though bruised our friendship survives. While I would call the Boston group friends, I don’t think hardly any of them would me and they aren’t the CLOSE friends I was hopping they would/could be. They don’t know me. That’s likely part them not trying, part awkward circumstances, and part me just being a difficult person to know. But I did get it right on a side gamble I didn’t even know I was making; Because that nice lady that let Mac and I sublet, helped show us around, swopped stories of love and loss, has become one of the closest friends I have ever had.

One day she decided it was finally time to move on and asked me out on a date. And one quickly became a hundred. Then came the day she said she was tired of New England winters and wanted to move south and she wanted me there with her. And so came the day I decided I was done with my Boston-ish gamble. I pulled the chips I had left on that table back and left the casino, moving away and placing a new bet with Shayna in Glen Allen VA (its just north of Richmond-I’m still not in the city! ;-). We are both uber excited about this move. Incredibly happy to be together in OUR fabulous new place and a fresh start together.

I don’t blame anyone (except perhaps myself). The move was from the start a gamble, it just didn’t work out the way I hoped. I’m sad about how it played out, but am happy with its ultimate result. I did get a new start, I’m not financially better off, I didn’t get to be a part of such a wonderful new close group of friends, but I did get something much better. A much more stable, happy, fulfilling bet. Push, Bust, Push, Jackpot.. Antee up, straight face, new bet…

Monday, July 18, 2011

A few unpublish posts later... :-/

I have written three pages on separate occasions now, knowing each time I wouldn’t be able to publish them. Just some things I can’t actually say. It was very beneficial just to write them out though.  What I can say, besides the fact that I’m tired of not saying things, is that I’m doing ok. Very tired of being underemployed and feeling very low on true friends, but I’m ok. Had a blast last month vacationing back home in NC. Hanging at the beach with the majority of the Strickland family.. including my adorable Tousey niece and nephew.



And then hanging in New Bern with Shayna, some old high school friends, and members of my Bray family.. including my adorable Rizutko nephew. It was awesome getting to spend a good deal of time with family and friends, showing Shayna where I grew up, and to spend some time back in NC.

Since then I have been working, working out, eating very well (thanks community supported agriculture :) playing golf, took Shayna to a Red Sox game on her birthday (my first major-league baseball game), and just generally hanging out.

Hope to have more I can post soon. See ya.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011




So .. I have been a bit busy lately.. working two jobs and thus trying very hard to really enjoy the little time that leaves me. I have been reading Shakespeare, going to concerts, hitting golf balls, hiking, eating out, attending a Passover celebration, getting sick, getting better, and hanging out with friends.

My first concert of the year was The Susan Constant. A fabulous band (my friend Jason is the drummer), that just released their second album. It is a great album that I highly recommend and has just started getting some local air play.

Rayonnement Cover Art

My second was Martin Sexton in Northampton MA. I went there with Shayna and we had a blast. Stayed at a great bed and breakfast (though we both wound up sleeping through breakfast) and went hiking, and hung out and played trivia with some friends of hers.





More to come soon..as more time allows :/ 

Friday, February 25, 2011

Sorry for the Rant

From a note I posted on Facebook this week... enjoy

“Watch your thoughts, they become words.

Watch your words, they become actions.
Watch your actions, they become habits.
Watch your habits, they become your character.
Watch your character, it becomes your destiny.”


The above is a very popular quotation and one that I woke with in my head this morning. I felt it important to post because to me it points to something that I am always forgetting, but believe is of paramount importance in life. Thought (reason) is the key.

As human beings, thought/ the ability to reason, is the only thing that makes everything else possible (with a little help from our opposable thumbs). Our technology, our way of life, our ability to even conceptualize religion, the whole of human events… in other words our human destiny, never happens without thought. But that is on the macro level, this quotation is written on the micro level. The quote is written on an individual level. It is, to me a reminder/warning that it is our individual thoughts that shape the events of our lives. Equally true, but not mentioned is the fact that our thoughts are the only lens through which we can possibly observe those events. But what I believe the author wants to remind us is that those thoughts themselves can actually effect, change, even create those events. It all starts with thought.

Simple enough. But why this was in my head this morning (I promise I’m getting to that/the point) was because last night and into this morning I had in essence placed emotions at the top of that quote (not thoughts). It is true that emotion can control words, actions, and the course of our lives just as well as thought can, but in doing so our emotions take control of those things away from us. Had I gotten out of bed with emotion still in control (at the top of that quote) I would not have had control of the course of my day. My words, my actions, my habits, etc would have been under the control of my emotions. I would not be able to shape the course of the events of my day , those events would have shaped me.

That is not to say that emotions do not have a place in our days or that under certain server circumstances shouldn’t be allowed control. We need to know our emotions, except them as being there, and REASON with them. If emotions aren’t regularly THOUGHTfully headed and reasoned with, they will try to take over. And in times of great grief, pain, gult, etc. emotion can be our only refuge where reason not dare to tread. When we lost Kate for example, there was no reasoning through that.

Realizing that most of this is just me rambling…. In summation, thought is key. If you want to be happy, be happy. If you want to be sad be sad. If you want to be incontrol of your days, do it. It all starts with thought. It can be as simple as “I am going to be happy” or "i still have my health." But it is all in your control due to the control your thoughts have over the reast of you. it is all in your control, until you allow it not to be. Because when you allow reason to be the slave to your emotions you cease to be in control of your life (and reason then acts only in response to things). Life is what you make it and it starts with what and how you think.

If you agree, take the quote (no one really knows who wrote it anyway) and more importantly remember it. There is perhaps only one other I have heard that slightly relates.


We have two ends with a common link
With one we sit, with one we think.
Success depends on which we use
Heads we win, tails we lose.

Now go be happy. I am going to :)

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Adjustments

So… a great friend of mine reminded me the other day, that I had not posted in forever and that while the main purpose of this blog was to give myself a good place to vent and grieve, It was also about the life that I had left and my promise to live it. And now that (surprisingly), about an entire year has gone by since Kate passed and that promise went into effect, I still struggle to keep it. Most of the pain, anger, and other emotions have largely been dealt with, but living with the loss has… not been as easy. The steady grieving morphed into a painful sting every now and then and the frequency of that sting lessened over time as I worked through what I was feeling. But living with all I have lost has been hard and I have proven very bad at it. It seems I am even worse now, at writing about it (as I have been trying to write this post for over two weeks now).

What should be said for now is that I’m doing well, much better than I ever thought I would be at this point. I have allowed people to be important again and torn down walls I had put up to keep from letting anything/anyone hurt me. The downside is that means I get burned sometimes, but that’s living :). The hard part is that the person I had gone to for the past 13 plus years to help heal my burns, is gone. So the scars stay around longer, hurt longer, and no one cares to hear about them like she did, wants to do something about them like she did. That’s a huge adjustment, perhaps the largest I haven’t made yet. I get to places where I feel I am whole again only to be reminded I’m never going to be, not like I was. No one is going to be what she was…. and so I’m never going to be what I was… That’s a really huge adjustment.

Thanks to good friends I'm living again.  Thanks to a great friend, I should be writing more again too.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Thank you Katherine Bray-Strickland

"I dreamed a dream with you
and it was an amazing dream
while it lasted"
(Paraphrased from the movie First Knight)

You took a lot from me when you left, but you gave me so much more while you were here. How silly, how foolish I have been to focus so much for so long on what I have lost and spend such little time thinking of what I was given. You gave me a living dream. I have experienced more love thus far in my short life than some get to in a full lifetime.

Angel you made me and still now as I live threw the month that marks my going back to having lived less days knowing you than not, I can say that you are still the only person who has ever been a necessity in my life. I am anything and everything I am because of you. And I know that no matter what this life without you brings I will be fine, no I will be good, because I am the man that you made me. And because wherever I go, I take you with me in the memories I have lived and the goals that I hope to.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!  For all that I am and all I may ever be, Thank you!