I picked up the yearbooks today at the school, I thought the kids did a nice job with his page. It’s not a great scan simply because I’m not all that talented using the scanner but hopefully it is readable. Hopefully if you click on the link it will open the page.
Graduation is this Saturday; Big Joe’s mom has invited me to a brunch she is hosting that morning and I will try to go to that and see the kids. I understand from my brother that Jenny Lobello did a very nice job reading the 23rd Psalm for Carson at the Baccalaureate last Sunday. Sweet Jenny came by the house on Saturday and spent some time with me and shared stories of Carson, and her plans for college this fall in Chicago. She was so brave for getting up and reading that… and I know she was both scared and emotional about it so I am very proud of her. She shared that she was assured she could back out last minute if she was unable to do it but I know she really wanted to. Sweet girl and a good friend to Carson. I come to know more of his friends and never realized how kind so many of them are, we just don’t take that time when we have teenagers… or I suppose they don’t care to be around parents for very long so we don’t get much opportunity. It’s a shame really. I believe Carson would be proud of his friends, and a little embarrassed over the attention also.
I visited the cemetery after my doctor’s appointment on Monday; I’ve only visited a few times as it is so hard. Someone has left a pretty wreath on a stand with his name in gold letters across a ribbon. The little cars are still there, beneath the wreath. I have learned that another friend Kelsey left those cars months ago. I am now anxious to order his marker although I get a knot in my stomach thinking about that too. I still can’t believe this has happened. In many ways it is like a very bad dream; I often ask myself aloud if it is a dream…
What a wonderful tribute to Carson, and absolutely heartbreaking for you, I know, Reneau. He clearly made such an impact on so many friends, and sounds like the teachers loved him, too…..a kid like that comes along once in a great while in the classroom. Here if you need any little thing at all.
My Sweet-Sista-Love, I think every time you look in the mirror you should be ble to see that young man………He looks so much like you, aside from the facial hair and other obvious things, but look at those eyes, the shape and most of all , the depth. He is ALWAYS with you! Great YB Commemoration, I thought. Such a beautiful young man in oh so many ways, as I have learned over the 10+ years I have known you….hence the learning of both Carson and Grants’ growth as young men. I love you Reneau and ALWAYS feel like listening….ANYTIME you feel like talking.