For May 5th, the 100th day since Harry went missing, I am posting some of what I said at the dinner we had that helped raise the funds that paid for my trip to Mexico: One of my favorite pictures of Harry is of him leaping into the sunset off the end of a pier in Colombia. On it he posted a quote from Thoreau: “All good things are wild and free.” Wild and free is who Harry is. It’s who he has always been. It’s one reason he hasn’t settled down and a reason his ex girlfriends have remained his friends and are among those who have worked tirelessly in the search to find Harry. Thank you, Melanie. Thank you, Mar. Thank you, Mar, especially, for taking that great picture. Thank you, Sarah, for your new love and devotion. Thank you all, I thank everyone here for loving and caring for Harry. There is a wildness and a freedom in each one of us here that resonates with Harry’s lust for life. Harry is Harry but Harry also is each of us seeing what might have been had we taken a different road. No one has ever held him back. Harry has taken us along for the ride wherever he has gone because hes a great communicator and once youve entered his heart, youre his friend for life. We’ve let him go with a kiss or a hug or a hearty abrazo and thumps on the back, glad for the time he’s walked by our side, anticipating his return and more good times and more stories coming. Harry is all about good times. Harry likes people. Harry likes YOU. He “just shows up”, present in the moment, giving you his unmixed attention. He’s fascinated by how people live their everyday lives , what they eat, what they drink, the homes they live in and the clothes they wear. More than that, he tries to find out what people believe, whom they trust whom they love, what gives them hope and what their dreams are, and especially, most especially, how they celebrate and how they have fun. The purpose of his life is to connect and have fun. He smiles and he laughs more than anyone I know and he never laughs alone. My South Korean friends say blood doesn’t make family, heart makes family. Harry shares his heart. He gives himself away and gets himself back, his heart bigger and stronger and gladder than before. The more people he meets, the more shelter dogs he walks or elephants he rides and washes and feeds, the more monkeys, the more tigers, the more butterflies, the more lightning bugs, the more he connects and the more his heart grows. Harry’s heart is a disco ball. We each are a mirror that touches his heart, reflected back to ourselves in white light and rainbows, the way Harry sees us. Harry meets us where we are. He makes us his own. And we love him for that. If you’re riled by someone who lets you down, he’ll calm you saying, “This is no surprise.” And you’ll realize he’s right. He’ll stand with you when your beloved son dies and he’ll be there to celebrate the birth of your child. He’ll love your child as his own. When he’d play in the pool at Camp Alfie or race around the yard and through the house, a stream of kids trailing after him, Nancy Carey would say, “Your son is the Pied Piper.” That’s who he has been for years. Harry loves us all but more than that he loves your children, the greatest adventure of all. Harry unabashedly loves people. He connects and makes us his own. When he plays “Go Fish” with my brother Michael, Harry will say, “Uncle of mine, do you have a two?” And Michael will answer, “Nephew of mine. I do NOT! Go fish!!!” When Harry pays a toll and he gets change back, he’ll say, “Thank you, my man.” When he’s looking for something at Home Depot, he’ll say to a man in an orange apron, “Boss, I need your help.” He doesn’t think about the way he interacts. He’s too present in the moment. I, his mother, notice. He is my beloved son, in whom I am well pleased. Being related to Harry has been the greatest gift of my life. I drive him nuts in my own unique way and he does the same to me. We ever and always love each other. Georges, his father, and I, his mother were crazy about him from go. The funnest time of my life was when he was little, discovering the world, delighting in his friends, being a part of nature and of life, forever and always Harry. Lucky, lucky me to have been his mother for all these years. Lucky, lucky you to be his brothers, his friends, his other mothers, his sister Tina and his sweethearts. Lucky family and friends all over the world. He belongs to all of us. Thats a gift. Weve all been missing him for 100 days. 100 DAYS !!! HARRY !!! THATS ENOUGH !!! PLEASE COME HOME NOW !!! - Ann, Harrys Mom
Posted on: Mon, 05 May 2014 01:59:23 +0000
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