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Karen

I can imagine the hard physical trek to the Fairgrounds with 3 kids.

I can't imagine the difficult emotional trek you made.

Put your feet up tonight and drink an Abita on the porch.

saintseester

Oh, Hana. This was such a beautiful, but sad post. I am so sorry for your and your children's loss.

greg

yeah.

How perfect, how painful: to walk to jazz fest, stopping to be with Ashley before and after.

If this is how it has to be, then that's the way to play it.

Adrastos

That was a beautiful post, Hana. The tears were flowing here.

KamaAina

Santana was there again??!! That probably means something, though I'm not sure what.

They were there back in the day, when I was living in Broadmoor with She Who Picked Me Up Right In Front Of Mom in the Quarter.

She wasn't that impressed. A few weeks later, it being June, at Her request, I set off to Carrollton to seek my fortune... still seeking...

Maitri

I'm glad you got out to Fest. Through both weekends, when I was at any given stage, I thought if the volume was loud enough to make it to Ashley.

LIsaPal

I know he was there with you in spirit.

GentillyGirl

Oh Hana! What an emotional day for you and the little ones. I don't know if I could have done the same if my Betty was in St. Louis #3.

We pass Ashley every other day. Both of us always say "Hi".

Strength to you sister... much strength.

You yell, and I'll come running.

Schroeder

If Quint Davis were a true New Orleanian, he'd know that mothers should be given Big Chief passes so they can always find a seat, and don't have to park in another parish.

cherie'

Great post, Hanna. Next time, try yapundit's parking tip:
http://www.yatpundit.com/2008/05/my-triedandtrue-jazzfest-parki.html

Banzai Bill

I'm crying. Not a pretty sight at work. So much in that post--what we are today, those we have lost, our memories in early exile, and meeting up with friends (old and new) in that exiled journey.

You be strong. The kids will pick up on what New Orleans is as they continue to interact with it. They don't know what they'll miss until they aren't there anymore (just ask my kids). They will know that their daddy IS New Orleans. And that's pretty cool.
Banzai

slate

Hana, that was lovely but my keyboard is wet. Your courage is an inspiration. Remember there is an army out here to help if you need it. A strange diverse army, but one that will support you any way we can.

liprap

Bless you and your mom for schlepping those kids out there. Overall, they were having a great time, I could tell. And, over time, it will become easier to take 'em there and watch how they grow with it all...and how much they will still connect it with their daddy.

Damn, now I'M getting sad...

alli

So beautiful, Hana.

And the cochon de lait was excellent. I got it ...three times. oops.

ellen

Hey, I don't know you but read the blog. I got a driveway across Bayou, go over the bridge, cut thru Cabrini, Esplanade, Mystery, than Fest. Not a bad walk. And you can always cut over to cemetery. If you need to get closer next year, shoot an e-mail. I got a kick out of Ashley. Sorry he is gone.

ellen

Hey, I don't know you but read the blog. I got a driveway across Bayou, go over the bridge, cut thru Cabrini, Esplanade, Mystery, than Fest. Not a bad walk. And you can always cut over to cemetery. If you need to get closer next year, shoot an e-mail. I got a kick out of Ashley. Sorry he is gone.

Kirsty

I too cried when I read this post, but I also did so somewhat from my own memory of losing my father as a child. I know how hard these first steps are - I often tell people who haven't experienced this immediacy of loss that its like crossing a line and until you cross that line you don't really understand the pain that has to be borne.

I hope you feel proud that you went to Jazz Fest - I think it must have meant a tremendous amount to your children that they could visit Ashley to and from the grounds. I know he was with you guys - probably seething that he couldn't taste the po'boy himself!

I know its hard. You are all in my thoughts.

paul

This made my heart hurt.

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