Your videos have saved lives. So have your lyrics. I know that’s what you wanted. You wanted to touch the souls of others and you have.
I’ve been pouring over your words while I edit this book. Some days I ball my eyes out while I write but that’s OK because it’s my connection to you. Those lyrics are such a gift. Thank you for that.
I’m sorry your lyrics did not save you but people have reached out and told me how talented and special you were.
Were. I hate that I have to use past tense.
It’s summer here and Richard just visited. You loved summer so much. Remember that?
We walked down to the river and I thought again how much you would have loved this new house because it’s so close. You’d be down there all the time if you were here. And I’d worry, too, because you sucked as a swimmer. Yeah, I’m going to make fun of your dog paddle even now.
I miss you so much. How many times can a mom say that? Our family pictures now have three. It still feels weird. You took up a lot of space. You were larger than life.
So can you do something? To let me know you are there? Kinda crazy I know. But I need a sign. Don’t tell me there is no such thing. Something off the wall–Charles style.
Do write back. Send a sign back. Invade my dreams. Something.