6th Annual Smoke a JJ for JJ Day

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We are two weeks away from the 6th Annual Smoke a JJ for JJ Day. 6 years? The older you get, the faster time goes by. This is always a bitter sweet time of year. I find myself always looking forward to the camaraderie that we experience together but at the same time, dreading the emotional roller coaster it triggers. This year, with my brother committing suicide I expect the emotions to be even more raw. Separate events but same feeling of helplessness and tragedy. If you remember my post a few years ago about Three Things I Know to Be True (Cigars Edition) you will remember I wrote how cigars can be a band aid. I wrote:

When I’m in the dumps missing the Little Robusto. I’ll step outside, light a cigar and relive the million gracious smiles JJ blessed us with. Sarah Kay says she writes poems to figure things out…I smoke cigars to relive gone but not forgotten smiles. Cigars can be a band aid.

This time of year, is one of those “band aid” moments. With Gracie turning four soon and expressing her individuality I can’t help but wonder what JJ’s personality would be like. He’d be a first grader this fall. An actual first grader. Would he be a swimming pool kind of kid or like his sister, soaking up the sun on the beach while searching for seashells?

July 22nd is the 6th Annual Smoke a JJ for JJ Day. The event is simple. Wherever/whenever you are on July 22nd join me by sparking up a DPG Series JJ and enjoy the time. If you don’t have a Series JJ, no worries. I’ll be thankful for any cigar smoked in JJ’s memory. This day isn’t about what we smoke, it is about who we share them with, it is about taking time and reflecting on memories, that may include a tear or two but ultimately, a smile. The loss of losing JJ is always with me. It will always be there. Noticing. Influencing. Changing. Guiding. It may not hurt in the way it once did but it will forever stay as a great marker for me and how I view the world.

Whether this is your first year, sixth year or somewhere in between…thank you for the band aid.