Pure Passion Epilogue

June 18, 2013


As I sit here with my baby girl in my arms, I can’t help thinking about how proud Mom would be right now.  Tricia Jean is named after her, as her name was Patricia Jean Keegan.  It seemed fitting to honor her in this way, as she is the reason I followed my passion in life.

It’s hard to believe the incredible turn my life has taken since the night I met Lara.  At that time, if someone had told me how events were about to unfold, I would have thought they were crazy.  Breaking off a nine year relationship would’ve been enough to handle in itself, but with everything else thrown in it’s hard to believe it wasn’t all a dream.

“I can take her,” Lara says as she comes out of the bedroom rubbing her eyes.

“I thought you were going to sleep in baby.  You didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“I started thinking about how much you have to get done today and thought I better get up and take care of Tricia.”

“You’re such a sweetie.  I hope Tricia inherited your demeanor as well as your beautiful brown eyes.”  I give her a hug of appreciation, before carefully placing my little girl into her waiting arms.

“The movers will be here at 2:00, so you better get those guitars boxed up,” Lara reminds me.

“That’s what I’m doing next hun.”

“I just want to install the hardware on Kirk’s guitar before I packed everything up.  That way I can run down to Miami and deliver it this weekend.”

“I know Max.  That’s why I’m out of bed so early.”

I’ve never known anyone who is as caring and thoughtful as Lara.  At first I thought maybe it was just the honeymoon phase, but a year later she’s still that way.  She treats me like I’m the most important person in the world and I do my best to return the favor.

She has been a lifesaver on the business side as well, quickly mastering nearly all aspects of the custom guitar business.  She personally closed more major endorsement deals in the last month than Charlie did in two years working with me.  As fate would have it, she closed a deal with Metallica exactly one year after my first attempt turned into one of the worst days of my life.  I’ve become a big believer in the phrase; everything happens for a reason.

It’s amazing to watch her on a daily basis as she cooks, cleans and takes care of Tricia in addition to handling all of the business transactions.  She takes care of packaging, shipping and customer relations which allows me to do what I love most, build guitars.  With her help, I’m able to consistently crank out ten per month.  Felix is proud as hell that we are on track to do over a million dollars in sales our first year.  He recently called and told us that a house a couple blocks from his was for sale and thought we should buy it.  Lara initially thought he was joking, but he’s convinced that Florida real estate is still a bargain and is helping us qualify for the huge loan.

Sandra wasn’t happy with our decision to move, as she’s grown quite attached to her granddaughter.  We assured her there would be an open guest room for them, anytime they wanted to visit.  I’m sure once they spend some time there, they will relocate as well.  There is nothing better than waking up in the morning and taking a walk along the beach.  From one corner of our balcony, we will have a nice view of the ocean.  It’s sure to become our favorite spot to have breakfast or catch up at the end of the day.

“I’m done with the guitar,” I said as I passed by the nursery.  Both she and Tricia were sound asleep in the chair.  They look so sweet.  I am definitely a lucky man, having been blessed with two little angels.  It still makes me sad to think about how many years she spent thinking about me, while I didn’t even really know her.

“I used to lay in bed and cry when I listened to this song,” she said one day when we were driving in the car.

“You know that it makes me feel like shit when you say things like that, right?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry.  I just wanted you to know that this song always reminded me of you.”

“If I had been a senior in high school chasing after an eighth grader, Sandra and Ron probably would’ve had me arrested.”

“True, but as a thirteen year old girl, you don’t think about things like that.  I was just focused on how cute you were cruising in your convertible with your long windblown hair.”

“You still want me to grow out my hair don’t you?”

“Yeah, it would be great to have hair to grab onto when you do that one thing to me,” she confided.

“I’ll think about it.”  There’s that cute little glimmer in her eye that I absolutely adore.  I can’t even imagine how empty my life would be without my girls.


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