You would have been 22 years old today.
Everything is making me cry.
Zeke was Charlie in his class's production of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory yesterday. He worked really hard to memorize his lines. Josie and I have run lines with him over the past few weeks. I have helped him on the singing part - how to do some of the harder transitions to the high notes. How to think about what his character is going through in the moment so that his actions and reactions feel more authentic.
And he nailed it. The whole performance was so cute - all the kids were great. Their energy was amazing. Zeke hit the high note at the end of The Candy Man. We were all so proud.
I cried. Such naches.
My parents flew in for the performance, because that's what we do in our family. We show up for each other. They cried, too.
Assuming all had gone according to schedule, you would be graduating from college right about now. Maybe you would have ended up at the Naval Academy. Maybe you would have taken another road altogether. Whatever your choice, I know you would have done great - with your work ethic and your zest for life, you would be successful at whatever you decided to do.
We all would have shown up. We undoubtedly would have cried.
I have had a number of photos printed out to put on the wall next to my staircase. It's mostly pictures of my own kids, from trips that we have taken, but I also have one of my grandparents at my wedding, and one of you and your sisters when Hazel was a baby. You were 11 - Zeke's age. My parents and I were looking at it yesterday, missing you and mourning your loss.
The school district where I work experienced a school shooting this week. A young man who was 18 years old, who was three days away from graduating, died when he rushed the shooter to try to disarm him. He was his parents' only child, and by all accounts he was a wonderful person. A great kid.
I know what they are going through because I watched my brother, your mother, and your sisters go through it. It makes me cry to think about it.
You were a wonderful person. You were a great kid.
We don't always remember you with sadness. We frequently remember you when we're telling funny stories. Like the time when we were at the Outer Banks when you were three. Your parents went home early and you stayed with my parents for a few extra days. We were driving back to their house and we stopped at a diner for some food.
You were delightful and adorable. You had a super cute (and totally developmentally normal) speech tendency in which you mixed up hard consonants that were made with the back of the throat with those that were made at the front of the mouth. "K" became "t." "G" became "d." "Come" became "tum." "Girl" became "durl."
We were finishing lunch and getting ready to go when you said, "where are you going?"
"We're going back to Virginia," I said.
And you responded, "can I tum?"
I laughed and scooped you up and gave you a kiss. "Of course you can tum, silly."
I would have taken you anywhere you wanted to go.
We all miss you and think about you and talk about you. We won't ever stop loving you.
Love,
Wendy
