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The Biggest Loss Of All


Many may not recognize this face, but I assure you that he was quite popular. In his world of sports entertainment (also known as Pro Wrestling), he was recognized by several names, but most popularly, and recently, Bray Wyatt. It was announced Thursday, that he had died unexpectedly at the age of a too-young 36.

I will admit that it has been quite some time since I have followed any professional wrestling. And headlines over the years, it was not uncommon to hear of wrestling superstars that I did know passing at a young age, though at least making it into their late 40’s. Of course, there have been the tragedies and accidents.

But it was upon learning Wyatt’s real name, that all of a sudden I took interest into his story. Wyatt is of pro wrestling legacy, a third generation pro wrestler, which means, from the days that I did watch pro wrestling. Born Windham Rotundo, Wyatt was the son of Mike Rotundo who wrestled under several different personas, and was the nephew of Barry Windham. His grandfather was the monstrous sized Black Jack Mulligan. I saw many of their matches growing up. Wyatt had many different characters as well, and at one time, integrating some together as a multiple personality as another wrestler, Mick Foley does. Wyatt would change from a good guy, to a heel named “the Fiend,” who clearly was a dark character.

He was a very popular and successful wrestler, winning several titles, earning the wide respect among those in the business. Though an active wrestler for more than a decade, he had been absent for a lengthy amount of time and had been planning to return. He had been battling Covid and its awful side effects. But before he could do that, he suffered a tragic, fatal heart attack, at the age of 36. Heart attacks as it is are not uncommon for pro wrestlers, but the age this occurred was just devastating for so many. In fact, Wyatt recently relayed a story of his uncle, Barry Windham, nearly dying from a massive heart attack.

Wyatt was engaged to JoJo Offerman, a ring announcer with the same company. The biggest sadness however, he had two young daughters, not even teenagers, now without a father.

As is common, his former pro wrestlers, many friends, pay tribute when one of their own falls, with the chiming of a ten “bell” ringing salute during a moment of silence. Many of his fellow wrestlers now, are being seen in videos of interviews on their thoughts of Wyatt’s passing. Several of those involved yet today, wrestled his father and uncle. And while they spoke of his iconic abilities and fantastic career, some unable to hold back their tears, they all mention the biggest loss, is to Wyatt’s two young daughters, now without a father.

For the first time, I could relate to this young wrestler that I had never watched, now wishing that I had. With the various health issues I face, the one thing I never wanted to do, was break the hearts of my two daughters, who have now entered adulthood. While they both had friends who tragically lost a parent, I never wanted my daughters to experience that loss. No matter what I faced, or continue to face, they are my driving force to live.

Wyatt’s passing is indeed tragic, as are the circumstances behind it. And though there are hurtful rumors and unhinged accusations spreading around the internet, they are untrue. Wyatt had Covid earlier in the year, ended up struggling with the complications, which as well known, may have had an impact on his lungs and heart, eventually leading to this tragic end.

It’s Quiet Here. Too Quiet.


It happens at the end of every visit from my daughters, the silence. I go from daily wake-ups, making breakfasts, preparing lunches, driving one to work and back, and doing “Dad” stuff, either teaching life lessons or sharing memories, to silence. Full stop. Nothing to do. There is stuff I can and need to do, but it is still so quiet.

The first half of their lives, all living under the same roof, a beat was never skipped with bed and bath time, meals, homework, and play. And honestly, though my heart ached being separate from them following the divorce, I never really had any opportunity to “not realize” the silence. I was either immediately immersed into my custody case, or facing an imminent health issue related to my cancer survivorship, simply put, either too busy or distracted to realize the silence around me.

But following their visits to me, it was a different story. Living alone, I never realized the quiet. Maybe that is because I always had some sort of noise playing, usually music. When they arrived, I had things to do. It was just like the days when we lived with each other. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, playtime, bedtime. And then they would go back home, and I would forget to turn anything on, whether it was the radio or television. I had nothing to do. It was quiet.

This last Summer visit was their last “custodial” visit with me. With both in college, adults, they have their own lives to live. In a way, the geographical strain combined with the custody process, might actually have helped me to prepare for this day, the official “empty nest.

“Empty Nest Syndrome” is an actual situation recognized by the NIH as “a psychological condition that affects parents, caused to experience feelings of grief, loss, fear, inability, difficulty in adjusting to the new roles, and the change of a parental relationship, when the children leave the home.” Wow. When you put it that way, it makes it feel like a super heavy time to experience.

But I am not having any of those feelings. I am actually feeling joy, happiness, hope, recognizing that my daughters are now on their way to become who they were meant to be. My hope is that I have given them the tools to make the right decisions, the encouragement to dream big, recognize that sometimes things do not work out, all in the plan to celebrate a dream recognized.

I have given them the best examples that I can to make the right decisions in two of the main issues in relationships, a role model for how to be treated and how to treat their significant other, and money. But from here on, it is all on them. Yes, the parental relationship has changed. I have gone from teacher to advisor. But to them, I am still the same man they have always known. I am their Dad. Always have been. Always will be.

This meme came across my feed the other day, and could not be any more accurate. Along with the memories I have made with my daughters, I literally have thousands of photos to actually relive those memories any time that I want, or need to. Like now, with it being so quiet, still.

A Letter To My Daughters


To my daughters, in less than two months, you will both be students in college. Both of you have your directions that you are going in. Both of you have an inclination of what you want to do once you have earned your degrees. But know this, I have done all that I can, from the times that you were placed into my arms, through elementary school, middle school, and high school, to prepare you for this next part of your life.

I wanted to give you as much as I was able, definitely more than I had been given. And though our journey as a family did not follow as planned, I am hoping that the lives we shared with each other, provided you both with the foundations and experiences, to not only get through college, but in each of your lives.

I am going to put aside all of the childhood and family memories that I have of us because they will always be there for me. But now, as this first part of your life has been completed, I want to focus as I watch you both, become the women you were meant to be. The decisions you make are now your own. I am simply here, with words should you need advice. The experiences you have, are yours.

As you continue to grow, and yes, that means get older (I told you to stay kids as long as you could), keep these words in mind.

Whenever you need, I am just a phone call away. And when I do get calls from you, it will bring me such joy. Whether it is just to say “hi” or “I love you and miss you,” or simply, “I need you,” I will likely reply with “miss you more”, “love you more,” “need you more.” In fact, a billion times more.

Believe in yourselves. I know that I believe in both of you. No matter what obstacles get thrown in front of you, know that I will be there, and I will always support you both no matter how far apart we may be. You will always succeed as long as you keep trying. You used to say that I needed to let you “fall” so that you could learn how to pick yourselves up. And now, it is up to you to find your own way. Yes, my heart will be sad if or when this happens, in silence with any struggle you face, but the sadness will turn into pride when you overcome those moments. Just remember, you can only fail if you stop trying.

People tell me that you are both lucky to have me as a Father. I believe it is the other way around. You are both a miracle to me. The blessings and memories that you have given me so far, have given my life meaning. But I know that I cannot keep you as children forever. I am so excited for what is ahead for both of you. I have been as honest, loyal, and strong for you and with you as I can, whether in times of joy or sorrow. I wanted to be your role model not just for your character, reputation, and morals, but in how you expect to be treated by those you bring into your lives. Of all things I have done with you, it is those examples that I consider the most important thing for me to have taught you both.

Our visits with each other will be less for the next several years, but the moments that we are able to get together with each other, all together or with just either of you, I hope you will be as excited to see me as I am to see both of you. I will be anxious to hear all of the things you have done since I last saw you. I am no longer able to pick you up, hoist you upon my shoulders, but I will always be able to give you the biggest, and prepare for it, the longest hugs I can give both of you.

I know that I cannot promise to be there for the rest of your lives, but I can promise to be there for both of you, for the rest of my life. No matter what you go through, I will always love both of you, as I have always said, “to the moon and back.”

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