We just wrapped up an amazing 3 day party with J.MAK. I'm his biggest new fan, his energy and lust for life is amazing and his branding efforts are endless. He and I hosted a party at Airstream 2 Go's Airstream, placed at our Downtown Project friends' Gold Spike Hotel. We had a great time.
Today I went by the hotel to remove the J.MAK stickers from the Airstream. I started from right to left. My buddy Don came up as I was peeling away. We chatted as he helped me remove the stickers. I paused and looked up and the letters remaining were J.HO. That made me smile, big time, especially since I've missed her like crazy with all of my joys I want to share with her. The higher my excitement, the more obvious the void. Even the void of her sweet comments on my blog is evidence that my larger than life cheerleader is missing.
Next month will be a year without my lifetime soul sister since two years old, Jeannette Acacia Ho, "J.Ho" . I don't often post emotional things on this blog, yet I'm moved when friends share things on theirs, like Jeannette did. She put it all out there and she did it with humor, dignity and grace. It takes courage to feel vulnerable, doesn't it? It's been too painful to reveal even with all of those days and months behind me, behind all of us who knew and loved her. It's moments of peeling stickers with friends that reveal that she is always with us, in mind, heart and spirit. Sending love to all of you who feel that void for for the ones who will always be a part of you. They make you want to make every single day count, don't they? Everyone I know who knew and loved Jay say they want to be a better person because of her. She radiated love, compassion, kindness, fun. She had a true connection with everyone she met by lifting each person up one by one, by really seeing and loving each and every person she knew.
P.S. I couldn't bring myself to peel those last letters off, so they're there to stay until Sept. 13th. It makes me smile to know that she still shines, even with people that never knew her. As I write this from inside the Airstream this evening, a band plays just outside the door, as the audience and I listen and enjoy. In their peripheral vision, J.HO is there.
I love it.
