Charles loved snow. Where we live now is a giant hill in Forest Hill park and he’d beg his Dad to take him to that hill. As I go by there now, I remember how much he loved it.
I also remember visiting him at the Family School, a therapeutic boarding school in Hancock, NY. When we got there all the teens were sledding down the hill having a ball.
One of the administrators, America, a tyrant and their least favorite person, came out and demanded they sled one after another in a single file line like third graders. It was utterly pointless. Just another example of how troubled kids are often victims of people on a power trip. As soon as she went back in, they went back to sledding like normal kids. He must have been 18 then. Thank you Marianna for this one.
What is the #griefheart project?
I explain my #griefheart project here.
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