Blue Kid helped me make a window treatment for his room. We made decisions together. Very rare. And very nice. As we measured fabric, Eddie Vedder’s voice filled the room. We had just watched Into the Wild. BK had romantized Christopher McCandless’ life, but I hoped he hadn’t romantized his death.
“He lived how he wanted, Mom.”
He watched me as I tied bandannas around the denim fabric. He hung the curtain as I watched him.
I thought of what Christopher wrote in a book as he lay dying.
Happiness only real when shared.
He knew. Too late.