June 23rd...

Today you would've been fifteen now. Years do fly by don´t they? If you were incredibly tall for your mere 3 years of age back then I bet you'd be off the 6" mark today.

Yesterday (YOUR birthday) was more of a spiritual healing (?) more than a Sunday. I had been forced to go to a hospital to give away some food to those waiting in Emergencies. I actually refused at first, but you were pretty generous yourself, so why not.

I actually had a great time. Although some people were rude and greedy over the food, (which is understandable based on the fact that they have family or friends in Emergencies) people were really  thankful overall. Then i went to visit my ill great-grandmother, who often complains about her swelling feet, yet maintains her high spirits and good mood. I refused at first as welll, but had a great time as well. We watched an old Mexican film. Then I went to church. I hate organized religion and churches (more specifically) but then remembered you were pretty religious yourself... And "mysteriously" also a Roman Catholic like me. I won't say I had a great time during Mass, but afterwards we did. We had some enchiladas and laughed at the nonsense of my 8-year-old bro.

For some reason I think life would have made us cross paths eventually, as I plan to study in CalArts while living on WeHo, but more than that I think of we, a lazy me and a gigantic yet loving and gentle you as friends later on.

I don't know if you were an artist or had some kind of taste for drawing, but we would've definetely met in CalArts (I'm two weeks younger than you.) but I think God had some special plan for you to go to heaven that young as he did to me to read that blog in which i found out about you.

It is also worth mentioning that my mom told me a real mind blower a few days ago. She said when she worked at the office, there was this American professor named David, and I would run and yell "David!" Every time I saw him, an I was probably 2.5 or 3. Of course, that David was a full grown man, but that was strange to hear.

You are always in my mind David Reed, and although this may sound weird, I kinda hope those "truthers" are that ans you flew to Cleveland where you lived a happy life with your Papa and Daddy, yet away from all of us who love you but neer had a chance to know you in person.