Happy Birthday, Ravi!

Dear Ravi,

Today you are 23 years old and celebrating your first birthday in heaven. I am certain you are having a much bigger party than we were able to throw for you when you turned 18 or 21. I instinctively knew that you would want to celebrate this birthday outside. Yesterday, you daddy and I walked over to St. Clement’s to visit you. The church had just had the carpets cleaned and no one was supposed to go downstairs or to the chapel, but when we explained why we were there, a very nice man let us come inside. We spent a long time in the chapel, talking to you, talking to each other, and just sitting and remembering. It is a very peaceful place to be. On our way out we ran into Joy, who gives the best hugs in the world. We talked for a minute about Gather, the new autism friendly services our church is beginning this fall. We are all super excited about this. In the fall, I am also helping lead sensory friendly Sunday School classes. We will have a prayer, a lesson, and a song. After that students are invited to do a variety of things, both large and small motor, with many sensory tools thrown in for good measure. It has been a while since I have taught, and I am looking forward to this.

This afternoon, your daddy and I met our dear friend, Roberta, at the Como Zoo. We wandered the entire zoo. We saw a baby giraffe and met a very saucy ostrich. The sloths just slept, but many of the primates were quite active. Our favorite part was watching the seals and the sea lions swim. They are so peaceful and aquatic. I could have spent all afternoon just observing them. Do you remember how much you loved watched the seals?

It got hot, so we stopped for a break and a snack. In your honor, I had a red slushie. It tasted divine. Roberta had to leave after that, but your daddy and I went to watch Sparky the sea lion do his tricks for fish. Remember how mom used a clicker to train Rosie, your service dog? Seals and sea lions also learn their skills and tricks via clicker training. Instead of cheese or hotdogs, they get raw fish and ice cubes! At the end of the show, we went to the tropical room. The mama and baby sloth were not there, but there were tons of fish and birds and turtles to enjoy. I think you would have liked it.

Tonight, we walked over to Shish for dinner, meeting our friends Daniel and Robin. I got my favorite, red lentil soup and pita bread. Some things never change. I have loved that dish since before you were born and I continue to order it every time we eat there. Yesterday, we stopped by next door at the Italian Pie shop for vanilla cokes. You would have approved of the garlic bread, it came with a shot glass of pizza red sauce. I have fond memories of you doing shots of that sauce when we would take you to Carbonnes Pizza. First you would do shots, then you would eat the cheesy garlic bread, and then last but not least, you would make quick work of a sausage and pepperoni pizza. These memories make me smile through the tears.

I heard from a lot of people that knew and loved you today. You live on, strong and healthy, and free, in our memories. I see you when I see male cardinals flying by or sitting in trees. Alissa sent me a video of cardinals she saw from her balcony in Hawaii, and teacher Linda sent me a beautiful video of a male cardinal in her backyard fountain. All of these birds looked very happy. My son, I hope and pray that you too, are happy. We miss you so much. Someday, we will all celebrate birthdays together again. In the meantime, please keep showing up as a cardinal, a monarch butterfly, or in any other form that pleases you. I am still working hard on getting your book published and bringing more attention both to autism and to osteosarcoma. I am now working on a second book called Letters to Ravi, Letters to God.

Thank you to everyone who reached out to use today. You are such good humans. Thank you to Karen, who sent the beautiful cardinal yard flag, which I have planted in the front yard. I am grateful to call you all my friends. Go forth, do good works, keep in touch. Peace, Harriet, Ravi’s mom.