I know GFY is the wrong place for sincerity...but I have received so much amazing support from so many of you recently...I feel comfortable sharing this morning's thoughts...
As I look outside my window, I can see
the Hugmobile parked on the street.
It is 24 feet of pink glory.
I can hardly believe that 3 months ago, it only existed in my imagination.
But with the help of Spotman, John The Grease Angel,
GriffinOne, and my Mom, I have adopted and transformed this neglected Winnebago into a pink chariot of love.
I?m tearing up as I write this.
I sometimes beat myself up for not doing everything I say I will. <em>(How?s that book coming along, Johnny boy!?)</em>
But I did it. I made my vision into reality.
And I truly feel that my grandpa was a part of the process. Not as some sort of overseeing ghost, but in the way he is a part of me as a mentor and guide.
To make sure he is also a part of the journey, GriffinOne & I mixed some of his ashes into the paint on both of The Hugmobile?s wings.
Of course, this is just the start. There is still Burning Man, and The Hug Tour, and all sorts of interior touches I?d like to add. But every day in Southern California will be a little bit pinker thanks to the birth of the HugMobile.
Am I proud? Yes, I am.
I think Grandpa would be, too.
