Long post comin atcha:
I’ve come to find as I get older that gifts come in all kinds of ways. Material objects are nice and who doesn’t love a new pair of socks, (not kidding!) With my birthday around the bend again, the questions of what do you want this year? What do you want to do this year stack up? Socks are nice and all, but nothing can ever fully fill the gaps that open when someone we love moves on from this world to the next.
That has been a harsh reality I’m still learning to process.When my brother passed, my mom created a website in his memory, a place for her and others to post when she needed a release from the pressures of the world and to get her thoughts out on the page if you will. Ive glanced at it a couple times, not being able to fully get thru any of it because, well, its still too fresh for me.
Today, after another sleepless night, something in me decided to look thru it. It’s pretty neat if I do say so myself, but that doesn’t surprise me because she’s good at what she does. All that being said, there’s a page on the website where people can post memories and stories about their time with Charlie. Because the “post it yourself” page has given her some trouble, you have to go to the contact form and submit your memories there and then she posts them to the page to avoid it being hacked.
This, my friends is all I’m asking for, for my birthday this year. Memories and stories about my brother that you are comfortable sharing of course. If it makes it easier to post to this post and you’d like it on the website, comment below and put APPROVED at the beginning.They say as long as one person continues to talk and share about someone that has passed on, they are never forgotten. So thanks in advance for keeping his memory alive, let’s fill this website with awesomeness, because sometimes its hard to even remember what he sounded like, but that I think is what the music he left behind is for.
Transferred from Katie’s facebook post written on August 10.