Talk With P

I haven't been to talk to P since before the stroke...

Probably a full two years ago.

I've driven on the main street just a block away from his resting spot countless times, but never stopped.

Saturday, I finished my eight hour shift.

I ended up near his resting spot and had an overwhelming feeling - like my heart was going to pop out of my chest feeling - that I needed to stop.

Finding his actual resting spot is pretty easy.

P hated pine trees.

With a passion.

Like, he wanted every City pine tree banned.

He is buried right under THE pine tree in the cemetery and it makes me chuckle.

Find THE pine tree, and you have found P!

I parked and walked the 20 yards up to the tree.

It was decorated with wind chimes and hats.

Lots of hats from different vendors who we worked with over the years.

Butterflies.

And spooky Halloween decorations.

It was the first time I have seen the headstone.

It took my breath away.

As I sat and talked to him, I looked right at his mustached face.

It's November, and he would be growing his disgusting mustache as we speak.

I told him that I was sorry I haven't been for a while.

I asked him why I felt so compelled to stop on that day.

I told him that I'm trying really hard and that I am sorry if I've disappointed him.

I talked to him about my Jackson and his Jaxon (who is also on a mission).

I told him about the other kids, people at work and that his view is still so amazing.

I told him that I miss him.

I asked him what he and Sarah do all day.

I asked him if he and Lane were growing their November staches.

I told him I loved him.

Then, I left.