This day 6 months ago I found out a part of my world was longer here. To be honest I don’t remember quite a bit from that day but that is not the day I want to remember nor tell you about today. Today I want to tell you a story, this story is about Pepe’. Pepe’ was abandoned at birth. He wasn’t wanted because he was different than the rest of his family. His past was quite sad and dreary. That is until Drew rescued him from a dark box and brought him to the light.
Now you are probably shaking your head and thinking to yourself that is a Lego man. Nothing more than a toy. To Drew he had a story to tell and Drew was the gatekeeper of his tale. You’re also probably wondering how old Drew was when he found Pepe’ and found his life long friend, 4 maybe 5, nope he was 16 and his imagination ran with the story of Pepe’.
Pepe’ went everywhere with Drew. He stayed in his pocket or on the brim of his hat. He would have full conversations with him just talking about their days together. I think he liked to make people wonder if he was crazy. Nope he was just Drew. If he had a passenger in his car the person in the passenger seat had to hold Pepe’ in the palm of their hand so that he could still talk to him, and he may or may not talk to the passenger (right T.) He would sit with Pepe’ in his lap while he played video games, did his homework and he even had dinner with us most nights. We heard many wild stories of Pepe’s adventures before he came to live with Drew, I think at one point he was a squirrel hunter, a ninja, and a stunt motorcycle rider. I am pretty sure there are a set of boys that know so much more about Pepe’ than I do, one of these days I hope to hear all the tales.
This was Drew, he loved to tell stories and make these fantastical tales of whatever held his fancy at the moment. Drew had a wonderful imagination from the time he was little he would exercise it and I loved to hear what was going on in his mind. My mother is the one that fostered that quality the most in him. She would tell the best stories to me and my sister and she did that with Drew and Madison too. He was a kid and person that he put everything he had into whatever was the “it” thing.
Drew had big dreams, as he got older reality started setting in and he realized he probably couldn’t be a archaeologist ninja warrior or Batman, he really wanted to be Batman. Even with growing older and knowing that some things weren’t possible and they were fancys of your childhood he kept his imagination and his playful spirit. Drew had just entered the part of his life where adulthood smacks you in the face. You have to make those hard decisions as to whether you will be responsible and go to work or be a flake and go off with his friends. I can proudly say 98% of the time he chose to do the things he was supposed to do.
Not long before he died I was lucky enough to have one of our first adult conversations may have been our only one. The conversation wasn’t me telling him what he needed to do and how to do it. The conversation was his plan for the future and how he was going to get there. He even told me that he made his list of pros and cons. He was realizing he had probably taken the harder road but he was starting to see that there was more than one road. I am so glad I got that with him. I miss that I will never have another but I do know he heard me when I was telling him things when he was younger. I was also proud that he was becoming comfortable with himself. He was becoming an adult and I felt like I had done something right. Looking back I wish I had known I was only going to have a limited time with him I would have listened to the stories more. I would have enjoyed them more than just tolerate them so that I could get dinner done. I would have worked a little less and enjoyed the moment. As the saying goes hindsight is 20/20. I hope I am doing thar more with Madison and Molly. I hope I am enjoying them more.
Much love XOXO