This is for the men who should’ve been finished—by the bottle, the system, the disease, or just their own damn choices. It Ain’t Over Yet isn’t about miracles. It’s about momentum. One more day. One more try. If you’re not dead, you’re not done.
There’s a point where you stop negotiating with yourself. Where the talking, trying, and tiptoeing ends. This is The Done Moment—when the pain gets sharp enough, the truth gets loud enough, and you finally move. No turning back. Just forward.
We meant to meet for breakfast. I never followed through. It’s been 22 years, and somehow the past feels closer than anything I’ve done since. A quiet reflection on time, regret, and the fragile hope we keep tucked in our pockets.
At some point, survival becomes its own kind of burden. You didn’t die. You didn’t vanish. You didn’
