My dear friend Cindy sent me some photos of Henry last night that I’d never seen before. She apparently ran across them while sorting thru a bunch of her pix on a computer she hasn’t been using for a while.
These were taken on a family camping weekend that Henry, J and E went on with their Dad at the annual Lake Eden Arts Festival. All three kids had an absolutely great time.
I think this may have been the weekend that they stopped in Asheville for one night of the trip, and in the afternoon, Henry went for a meander around downtown, only to return to the hotel where they were staying with… a live bird. (Henry loved birds) If I’m remembering this story right, the bird was a parakeet he’d acquired while out and about. Classic, classic Henry.
He apparently made his case to the family for why they TOTALLY needed this bird to come back to Knoxville with them, but it was a no-go, Henry was quickly dispatched to return him to wherever he’d gotten him. He was still talking about that bird weeks later, including repeatedly suggesting that I drive him to Asheville to retrieve his feathered little friend. Now I really wish that I had
Anyway, these are the photos. My heart literally skipped several beats when I opened them after Cindy texted them to me. The little guy in the middle photo is A., little brother of L., Cindy’s son and my E.’s bestie since birth.
I miss him so very, very much. There are lots of emotions that come with the death of your child, but that’s the most basic one – one that remains as sharp today as it was the day of his funeral: just a simple, bone-deep longing.
I hope Henry and that parakeet have found each other by now.