A painful day. Meetings provided some distraction.
I was at the Comcast office today and I asked the CSR what his tattoo represented. He said it was for his mom who died when he was 15. He was about 28-30.
I asked him flat out if she had been a heroin addict and died from that disease. And he said yes. How did I know to ask? How did I just know that sun tattoo represented a mother who died of addiction? How could I have been so bold to ask that of a perfect stranger? I don’t know. I just did. He was not offended and we had a nice chat. He wanted to hear about Charles. He was so nice.
Charles was a very sweet and tender son. He always said “I love you” and even as a baby gave the most heartfelt hugs. I remember as a two year old when he’d get stressed I’d pick him up and he’d just wrap his arms around my neck and pat my back. He was actually soothing himself. I just loved that. I needed that hug today so bad I ached for it. I hope I never forget how good those felt. You just felt you really meant something when he hugged you like that.
