We cannot allow despair to be the road we take.

It's tough right now. My feet feel heavy, my eyes are crusty and I have a pain in my chest that feels like it won't go away. But I'm not having it. I'm moving forward, wiping my eyes and taking deep breaths. I am planning for tomorrow.

I plan for tomorrow not out of disrespect, but for respect for someone who got stuck. It's up to all of us to try to pull our friends out of the mud of depression when we can, even though sometimes they slip through our fingers.

We are in the middle of a pandemic, troubled political times and we just lost a most excellent friend. While it all matters, it sure as hell isn't going to stop me from moving forward.

I will be back on the radio tomorrow if there's any way possible. People need to know that we can heal. I will not let tragedy define a show that so many people worked so hard to build.

While the next few days may seem a little low-key, I will be making jokes and wisecracks before you know it. It's what I do, and it's my mission to lift people up. (This is something I have to remind myself of when topics get too intense.)

I want you to join me on another leg of this journey. Things are going to be bumpy for a bit, then hopefully we'll find someone worthy of calling it "The RockShow 3.0."