The Paperback Edition…
There is no easy way to say this…you know they die.
Three days after I had graduated from high school, “The Parents” crashed their brand-new, chili-pepper red Porsche into a large oak tree on Blake Road…four short blocks from home…
They had been at the ‘club’…perhaps celebrating or maybe even lamenting the end of this parenting phase of their life. It was said to have been “a spectacular crash”…the Porsche going well over 100 mph. No surprise there…I guess…spectacular did describe everything they did..
Karlie and I were completely heart-broken. Losing grandma Sylvia had been a devastating blow…to be sure… but she had been ‘older’. “The Parent”s were both only 50.
They had left strict instructions regarding any ‘death rituals or celebrations’. There would be no funeral, no memorial service…nothing.
Karlie and I picked up a large urn from Woodrow Funeral Home with both of their ashes inside. They wanted to be cremated together. Of course.
And then we all went home.
In less than two days, “The Parents” perched on the mantle over the fireplace in the living room. Together…forever.
Karlie and I spent over three weeks in that room, mostly crying but laughing sometimes too. ..because even though they had not wanted to actually participate in the ‘early parenting portion’ of our lives, they did want it documented…and they did so with their characteristic enthusiasm.
We ate there and we slept there and we watched every single home movie “The Parents” had ever taken…over and over and over again.
We had only had them as ‘Real Parents’ for six short years…we were not quite ready to let them go…not just yet.