WELCOME HOME

I am admittedly terrified to take this journey with you, but I love you so, so, so very much, my dear little son. You continue to bring overwhelming tears of joy and love to my eyes and I hope you will always continue to, no matter how dark life on this planet will occasionally seem. Thank you for opening my heart in ways that I never knew possible.

Ari Jolicoeur Zorski

10/16/2022–∞

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12.4.2020 3:16 PM: AN AMERICAN DIARY

THE HUMAN MIND IS A BEAUTIFUL THING, CAPABLE OF SUCH IMMENSE JOYS, DEEP SORROWS AND AN AMAZING CAPACITY FOR SHEER WILLPOWER AND RATHER REMARKABLE FEATS.

IN THE AFTERMATH OF CLEANING THE CONCENTRATION CAMPS AT THE END OF WORLD WAR II, MY MOTHER’S FATHER BECAME AN ADAMANT ATHEIST AND WAS EVENTUALLY THE FIRST CAUCASIAN PERSON TO WALK ACROSS AMERICA AND BACK ON FOOT. THAT’S NEVER REALLY BEEN THE POINT IN WHICH I’VE IMPRESSED BY. TO ONE OF THE VERY, VERY FEW INDIVIDUALS WHO’D REFUSED TO BOARD THE INFAMOUS U.S.S. THRESHER, THERE ARE TIMES AS AN ADULT WHERE I THINK I LOVE, APPRECIATE AND ADMIRE YOU AND YOUR ASTOUNDINGLY VAST INTELLECT MORE THAN I EVER COULD HAVE AS A CHILD.

IN UNASSEMBLING THIS “AWARD”, COMPRISED OF MOSTLY MACHINED MONEL, JUST FOR A MOMENT, I GET TO REFLECT ON THE MYRIAD OF YOUR SCARS AND STORIES AND YOUR LIBRARY THAT COVERED PRACTICALLY EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN EXCEPT SPORTS RELATED TOPICS.

THANK YOU FOR THE TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE.

♥️