Our lives today are so full of family and friends and love and laughter. And in between sobs and darkness. And then the sun comes around again and all is OK. Until one of us—somewhere across the house—falls into a weep or a cry or drifts ever so softly into a spell of Pablo memory. And then, elsewhere in the house, laughter (usually Jo Ann's) fills the house again.
This is our lives, today. We accept it. We are on a roller coaster. It's not the same one we've been on for the past 13 months. It's the one right next door.
Me, I can't shake wondering if Pablo was lonely as his soul and spirit started to tear itself out of that body of his, that shell that the spirit utilized for six years and six days. Or if P felt like, 'What the heck's going on here? Are these guys letting me go somewhere scary all alone?' But that's only when I start to drift. The answer to this question is: there is no answer. The only way to know is when you go. And when you go, you will no longer need to know.
Today, we went to Forest Lawn and picked out a final resting place for Pablo. We got enough room for our whole family to be buried with him. Jo Ann homed in on this spot with absolute clarity. She stood there and pointed out all the wonderful things about it. Then we all sat down and meditated on the site. And we all agreed: it was perfect for Pablo.
With that sorted, we picked out Pablo's casket and sorted out all the details. We did all of this with help and support and loving hand holding from Peter and Brie, Dean, and our amazing friends Rachel and Clint Lukens. It's amazing how friendships propel us through life: if it weren't for Rachel, I'd still be living in Milwaukee, and there would be no Pablo.
You'll see the fruit of today's loving labors at the funeral on Wednesday. We know you'll love it all as much as we do. Pablo's grave site has a panoramic view of the mountains above Burbank and Glendale. You can see it perfectly from Trash Truck Hill, the Griffith Park road me and my friends ride up all the time. And it's right under a young tree. There's a wall a few feet away—perfect for P to do Geronimo! jumps off of ANY time he wants. And there's plenty of places to hide and play. Jo Ann
Oh, and after we left, Jo Ann realized Pablo's grave is in—get this!—Lincoln terrace. As in Abraham Lincoln. There's a huge statue of him about 40 yards away. So Pablo can compare notes on top hats with the O.G. top hatter for years to come....
We are sooooooo looking forward to CELEBRATING PABLO with you all tomorrow. The memorial starts at 5:30 p.m. at Descanso Gardens in La Canada. We want to shoot light so bright into the sky for our heroic little boy. Bring your family, your children, your hearts and your glasses. We have some amazing Pablo visuals for you, a little live music, of course, plenty of speakers to re-illustrate Pablo's life. The evening will be hosted by Harry Moffett's dad Don.