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You may have noticed that I’ve not been talking much about the KC memorial at
the end of this week. That’s because I’ve had to step back from it. The mayors
of KCMO and KCK have been working on it through their own teams. I’m still
involved, I answer questions, but I just can’t do too much. I can’t let this
all drag on like it has been. I’ll be there, it’s okay, I’ll be there. But I
don’t want to be too involved anymore. I realized that I have something else
to do before it’s over, which is to do something with Nick and Dutch’s
private spaces. Neither of them were big collectors of belongings. I don’t
need a moving company to haul stuff away, but I also don’t wanna create a
shrine to them, even incidentally. I am thinking about moving, though.
This house was already too big for the three of us, and only made sense
because of our security team. They’re still here, protecting their one
remaining charge, but I still feel so lonely in here. I mean, this whole place
reminds me of the two of them anyway, so why would I make myself stick around?
That reminds me, I should discuss the elephant in the room. I want to make it
clear that I do not blame the security team for what happened. It was a freak
accident, no one did anything wrong. Those roads were slick, and I looked it
up; they’re not the only ones to suffer from that particular stretch of
highway. People think of bodyguards as these supernatural beings with no room
for error. They’re still just humans. They’re fallible, and they’re fragile,
and they can die. They did die. The firm lost just as many of their people as
I did of mine. I’ve always felt that we are commiserating together. So no, I’m
not going to fire them, and I’m not going to sue them. It was a terrible
tragedy, which I’m choosing to not make worse by seeking some undue form of
vengeance.
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