Our morning talk over coffee and a cig is not the same without you. Nothing is the same. But life must go on.
Christopher Cardarelli called me this morning to check on us. During our talk, I realized that it wasn’t just the kids and I whom need the support, but everyone that was in your life needs the support as well. They too need a shoulder to cry on. To make sense of it all. I realized that I needed to give them back the same support they’re giving us. We’re in this together. I was just the lucky man who ended up being with you for 27 years. But you had the same influence on them as you did with me.
Bella’s principal and guidance counselor both called me to express their sincere condolences and to offer their absolute support in all things Bella. I asked them to keep me informed and updated on a regular basis. They were sweet. Recommendations were made about a support system for Bella called Safe Harbor. Apparently it’s an amazing experience for kids dealing with a loss. You know Bella, she’s against it. But we’re going to give it a try.
My team surrounded me at work when I got in the studio today. Hugs, tears, kisses and some “clowns” references were made that put a smile on all our faces. You strike again.
Work was really good. Heard updates on public feedback regarding the SB commercials. Apparently they were a hit.
ADCP had booked me a few weeks back to appear in their Louix Awards show opener. I ran into Ginger Kochmer and Matt Paul, more hugs and kisses.
I called the funeral home to figure it all out. I wish there was a manual that they hand you at times like these. Someone should publish something. Ma and I are going to visit them and go over the details.
Bella, Gabriel and I decided to put your body to rest this coming Saturday. We knew that you would never want to inconvenience people on a work day, but give them a chance on an off day to pay their respect. Also, we’re going to try to keep everything within a 2 mile radius in Springfield. The church, the cemetery, and the luncheon. I’m going to ask them to keep the mass as brief as possible.
I have no idea how many people I should tell them for the luncheon as I plan on inviting everyone to attend and turn it into an event. I am hoping to allow anyone who wishes to come up and share a memory of yours. I figured this could be a national holiday.
We also decided that in lieu of flowers, everyone should instead put the money to better use by donating to a charity of their choice and be made in your name.
I came home to find Jeff Ceitlin,
Christopher Cardarelli, Dale Polter Cardarelli and Olivia with Bella. They cooked us food. Bella ate well. Daryl stopped by for a minute to drop food off. Then Trish Silvestri came, also bringing more food from her restaurant. I don’t know what to do with all this food. I hate waste. I think I’m gonna go around town tomorrow and pass all on to homeless people whom are in dire need.
I am still getting bombarded with texts, phone calls, Facebook messages with wonderful show of grace, prayers, well wishes, and love. The support we’re getting cannot be described. Why the hell did you have to be so damn lovable?
I also heard that the Eagles parade is taking place on Thursday. That they’re having it end at the steps of the art museum. How cool is that?
About to call Adrienne Kuesel-Welber as she wanted to talk about the clothes you’re going to get buried in. I know you’ll be wearing your Louboutin, that I promise you. I also thought I knew what you wanted to wear, but I’m going to hear first what you had told A.
I am exhausted. Until Day 3.
Good night my sweet.
Love you.
Me