Have a seat on your porcelain throne.

It's time to talk some shit on the Powell Movement.

Welcome to the Powell Movement.

I'm your host Mike Powell, and this week I wish I had something to talk about instead of just being sad.

But the reality of my life is that I still wake up every morning, and even on the days where I feel like I'm going to be okay,

something happens and I inevitably break down and cry. And I can't make it stop. I've been making a habit

of taking a selfie every time this happens, which is kind of dumb,

but I do it because this is so unreal to me that I can't control my emotions.

And now I have a visual documentation of that.

And as I get ready to head out to the Mekonki event this year, it gives me a different appreciation for what Sherry McConkey has been through.

I mean, while Shane was an important part of my life,

Sherry has become way more important.

And the reason that happened is because Shane, her husband, died.

And while I've tried to be there for her over the years,

Sherry has silently been there for me every step of the way,

for me and my family.

And while we both experienced the same thing,

they were totally different experiences. I had to watch a disease slowly kill Ange, and the pain and suffering was miserable

to watch. But I was there for her every step of the way. And I don't know what's better,

getting a phone call and having your whole world taken from you, or if it's better to do it the

way I did. Both suck.

But with Sherry, she has to plan and then relive a celebration of her lost husband, and she has to do

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