I…
I’m devastated.
I mean, you hear about this kind of thing all the time but you never think it could happen to someone you love.
I really don’t even want to write about it. The wound’s just too fresh, still too… real.
But I can’t just sit idly by and let this travesty continue. Someone needs to stand up and speak for those who can’t speak for themselves. Someone needs to educate the masses. And if not me, who? If not now, when?
Ok. I think I’m ready to share. After the jump, you’ll see what’s tearing me up so. I just couldn’t put the image on the front page. Too risky. Children might see, might have nightmares.
What lies ahead isn’t for the faint of heart. If I could, I’d have you sign some kind of waiver before continuing on. But you’ve been warned.
The horror… the horror.
That, friends, is exactly what it looks like: an EMPTY bottle of Scotch.
After the kids went to bed last night, we turned on TNT and watched the Jazz beat up on the Rockets. I went in to the kitchen and poured myself what turned out to be the last few drops of this bottle, a gift from Silja last Valentine’s Day. Now, this empty bottle is all that remains. It’s probably sitting out on top of the recycling bin right now, waiting for some gruff man to take it off to its final resting place.
I know, I know. I tried to warn you, tried to tell you that this tale of woe would hit hard. You simply can’t be prepared for this kind of gruesome scene.
But all is not lost. This bottle wasn’t our last hope. No. There is another.
Clearly, we can’t replace this bottle. It’s gone, and we just have to move forward. Bringing home another bottle of The Glenlivet 18 Year Old would just remind us of the one that’s gone. Gone, gone, gone. We have to move on, to find someone new.
And that’s exactly what we’ve done. We went out and found a new bottle of Scotch we’d like to bring into our home. Oh, you’d love him. Granted, he’s a little older than most, but with his superb blend of spices, hazelnut, sweet orange marmalade and other fruits? How could we let him stay out on the streets, selling himself to Gods only know who?
Thing is, though, that we can’t bring him home yet. Not without your help.
For just pennies a day, you can sponsor The Glenlivet Cellar Collection 1969 and help make him part of the family. With your generous contribution, you’ll receive:
- Photos of The Glenlivet Cellar Collection 1969
- Personalized letters from The Glenlivet Cellar Collection 1969
- Regular updates to help you monitor The Glenlivet Cellar Collection 1969’s progress
- And, if you live in the Portland area, the chance to visit The Glenlivet Cellar Collection 1969 in person
Won’t you help make The Glenlivet Cellar Collection 1969 part of our family? Together, we can make a difference.
