That was the text beneath the photo Charli sent me on Saturday.
While I was galavanting about NYC, Charli was preparing to go to Homecoming at Santa Margarita. I had told her and Chip to send me pictures. They kept me in the loop and sent some fun pics.
We had just finished a late dinner when I received this last picture. Tears welled up and over.
My beautiful girl paying a visit to her brother’s bike memorial before heading to Homecoming.
My heart was smiling because Charli had the gift of Chandler in her life for 17 years. He was always so proud of her. He was her fan. And it was smiling because Chandler had the gift of Charli. She loved him….loves him…so much. They had each other. I am forever grateful for that.
My heart was weeping because Charli won’t have her brother present for any more of the milestones or special occasions in her life. She will have to visit some place in her heart and mind to bring Chandler into those moments. Or she can go to the bike.
For as long as it will be allowed to stand, the bike memorial is a physical location where we can go to feel a special connection to Chandler…a representation of his presence.
I showed the picture to Carole, Jenny, and Jessica. They were so gracious. They asked if I needed to go back to the hotel.
“No, I will be OK. This is just how this goes.”
We paid our bill and began navigating the NYC sidewalks toward our final adventure of the day — Slate, the dance club with the slide. Chandler would have thought it was so cool that I went dancing in NYC, literally sliding down into the club, and that Carole bought ugly shoes at CVS just so she could get in. He would have wholeheartedly endorsed our last stop.
God, my heart aches for my girl who misses her brother so much. Please let her know you are with her in her pain…that she is not alone. Be more real to her than ever. Amen.