We said goodbye to our son along with 50 or more of his friends on Thursday and now it is done. Some of his ashes will go under the flowering crabapple tree that we planted in our yard in his memory and we will enjoy looking at that for a long, long time.
Sympathy cards are coming in the mail and we are touched. People from all over are taking the trouble to say how sorry they are. Some never even knew Pete but their tenderness and caring warms us.
I still cry a little, like when I write stuff like this, and I don't trust my voice right now. He was such a happy part of our lives, especially when he was at the top of his game. He was a natural __ smooth, conversational, always ready with a good joke. His smile in fact is one of the great memories we and others have of him.
Sally and I feel transformed. Each day feels different now. This may sound stupid but even the colors and smells are new. The "pressing" stuff doesn't seem nearly as urgent somehow and the little beauties seem much more noticeable. We heard from several parents during this experience who had also lost a child and now we feel close to them. There simply does not seem to be anything as sad.
Signing off on this now. He would want us to go on and love the life we have left.
So typical of him.
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