A year ago today, our family was together at home in Los Angeles. Pablo's excitement for Trick or Treat had us all frothing at the mouth to head down the reservoir to Armstrong Street, our local candy lane. Pablo was a silver robot. A special button on his costume triggered a voice that said 'Take me to your leader.' I remember Pablo being scared to pull the costume over his head. He never liked things going over his head. The temporary flash of darkness was extremely scary for him. Since we don't have any new Halloween stories for you, you can read least year's report. We had a good time. Most important, Pablo had a good time.
Today, I am in Del Rel, Texas, Jo Ann's in New Orleans and Grady's at home in LA with Jimmy and Marissa and Pablo is in heaven, that place where all children whose physical journeys end too soon go to play with all their friends. An old friend told me the other day that a friend of hers—who has never met Pablo and knows nothing about our story—had a vision that Pablo's best friend up there is a blond girl. That made me feel good. Can't wait to spend another Halloween with Pablo. For today, I am still here in the physical realm, and I don't know when I'll be leaving. So, today, I will celebrate Pablo by wishing you all a great, spooky night. Just like Pablo would like. I can feel my son's presence everywhere I go. Jo Ann, Polly, Grady and I talk about it. Email one another about it. He's still here. He's still with us.
Here are some pics from last year:
Pablo marching robotically to the car
Grady trying on his old bear costume
Our boy, looking like he just wants to gooooo!