The King is Dead. Long Live the King.

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Sad news coming out of LA this evening. A family loses a son, a brother, a dad. And a nation loses a performer who for all his strange quirks and oddities, spoke to people of all colors and got our toes to tapping.

This photo is from 1984. The year I graduated High School, and before his own personal fall along the lines of molestation and chaos. Also happens to be before the addiction which had already began in my own world got the best parts of me.

I remember this time. Things were still 99.9% good.

Whatever the cause of death is determined to be, families have power in the funk, the crisis, the darkness. That’s what we’re here for in so many instances – to shed light in the darkness. To make hope happen in the face of a loved one who spirals and is in pain.

So tonight I think of a family in pain. And a guy that seemed to be in pain for a long, long time.

Looking for the help to arrive like the cavalry seldom occurs. The change we seek begins right here, and now with a powerful loving invitation to make change beginĀ  – not later, but now. Right now.

Onward, Brad

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