Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Pablo's seventh birthday is this Monday, June 21.
Many of you have sent emails and text messages this week, voicing your support. Telling me that you love me, you love Jo Ann and Grady, and you miss Pablo. And that you are there. 'There' is a place, and I know where it is. So, if you're one of the people who has sent a communique our way, thank you. We appreciate your presence. And we need it. So you know: all we need to know is that you're there. The power in that statement is immense.
As you can imagine, it's no surprise that my son's birthday is approaching. I've known the date of his birth since the sunny Saturday in 2003 when he came dancing out of the womb. We were smiling that day, holding our tiny little ball of humanity who immediately became known as Pablo. We are still smiling, remembering him. Today there is a lot of pain mixed into the sweetness of those memories. How could this not be the case? Our boy has gone away, to a place we don't understand, a place we only imagine.
For weeks, Jo Ann has been asking me to write a post inviting our friends—you!—to celebrate Pablo's birthday with us. Such a simple thing, yet I have not been able to do it. I knew a time would come where I had to do it. And now's the time.
Please join Jo Ann, Grady and me this Sunday, June 20 at 11 a.m.
Bring a blanket, lunch, lemonade, whatever makes you happy.
We'll be at Pablo's grave at Forest Lawn Cemetery (directions and details are in the side bar to your right).
We'll have cupcakes.
And we'll be there for an hour or so.
Most of all, we're looking forward to sharing our morning with you.
Please spread the word.
at 4:50:00 PM