Though it seems that Chappy has just always been there as a fixture in our group of friends, there’s some moments where his light shone right through me and made me take notice of the blessing of our friendship.
Chappy was my very first visitor after giving birth to my first born. He brought blue bubble gum cigars. He looked giddy and I was surprised and pleased he approved. Later when that first born was sharply thrust into the chaotic world of fighting to stay on this earth, and I was blinded by tubes and beeping digits, Chappy brought me a piece of key lime pie. The taste of key lime still reminds me of the power of simple kindness. Years later Chappy told me how shaken he’d been by those trials we endured. That touched me in a soul sobbing way I can’t explain.
Chappy wordlessly strode into our home when finances were very tight and set down a big television set. We were pretty much home bound caring for a sick loved one at the time. That television was a window to the outer world and brought our group of friends together regularly to share a meal and a silly vampire TV show to remind me that life is not always serious.
Chappy is a trickster but he doesn’t usually like to be tricked. He wants to be right and understood, but understands when he’s wrong. He’s anonymously generous, and grateful when gifted. Chappy shows up when he’s needed and slips away without wanting notice.
Chappy told me I should write more. So I wrote this to tell him how lucky I am to have him in my life and that his confidence in me means a lot.