It’s been a month today. Seems like much longer or shorter depending on the moment. I wanted to post these pics weeks ago after this happened, but it felt heavy and i avoided it. When i went home to Texas to host The Moth, my mom and stepdad threw one of their patented “David’s in town” parties, complete with iced tea, Crown Royal and more queso than you could ever dream of. It’s always nice seeing our friends, a mix of theirs from church and mine from high school, who are all kind of each other’s friends now. At one point, i realized that my mom and stepdad disappeared. A few minutes later, they came out of the bedroom carrying a table as my mom quieted everyone down and said, “Now i don’t want this to make you more depressed, honey.”
Cue waterworks...
My mom and Glen had prepared a memorial for Charlie, complete with laminated cards, a photo collage, white flowers & candles, and a cake with his name and angel wings on it.
Aside: I’m not entirely ready to be writing this apparently...
Anyways, it was lovely and sad and beautiful and all the things. I was reminded how loved i am and how special my boy really was to those folks, who’ve gotten to spend time with him in Texas, New York and Canada. He was a well-traveled little guy, and i hope he’ll keep traveling with me for a long time.
#charliewhitepaw