Lifesavers for Latasha

Time, oh, precious time.

I find solace in writing, so I write to express myself when Tasha reads this later.

As I sit here by Tasha’s bedside the morning after the most significant single moment of her life, I am humbled by the love, kindness, and attentiveness of everyone around us.

On the converse of the feeling, I feel like an imposter living a life I don’t deserve. Anyone who knows me knows I’ve had a storied life and wasn’t always the best man starting out. But then I think of the adage, to become old and wise, you must be young and dumb.

Latasha was that single turning point in my life where I put the past in the past, healed from war traumas, grew up, focused on being the best man I could be for her, the best husband I knew how to be, the best father I could be (despite how short), but most importantly, to be a servant leader and friend to others around me.

This transformation allowed me to truly understand why a great man cannot exist without an even greater woman by his side.

Latasha has been the most incredible woman I’ve ever let into my life and built mutual respect, trust, friendship, and eternal love. Analyzing and reflecting on the past 13 years is almost biblical.

If you’ve read this far, my point is that time is precious. It is fleeting. It is long. It is short. It is finite. It is more precious than anything that ever existed. Please don’t waste it!!! Time is why I sit here; Tasha and I want to enjoy our time together, build new memories, and go on crazy adventures together.

Today reminds me deeply of when Latasha was hospitalized in 2016, which, in hindsight, was the start of this journey to today. It leaves me embroiled in the memories of that trauma but also leaves me excited for the new chapter we’re going to write together.

To the end of our time together, however long that may be, I will cherish it and keep doing it as a team.

I will end with the doctors and nurses doing their thing, and I sit here with a watchful eye. She is doing well and very stable.