As I look outside my window, I can see the hugmobile parked on the street.
It is 24 feet of pink glory.
I can hardly believe that 3 months ago, it only existed in my imagination.
But with the help of Spotman, John The Grease Angel, GriffinOne, and my Mom, I have adopted and transformed this neglected Winnibago into a pink chariot of love.
Iâ€™m tearing up as I write this.
I sometimes beat myself up for not doing everything I say I will. (Howâ€™s that book coming along, Johnny boy!?)
But I did it. I made my vision into reality.
And I truly feel that my grandpa was a part of the process. Not as some sort of overseeing ghost, but in the way he is a part of me as a mentor and guide.
To make sure he is also a part of the journey, GriffinOne & I mixed some of his ashes into the paint on both of The Hugmobileâ€™s wings.
Of course, this is just the start. There is still Burning Man, and The Hug Tour, and all sorts of interior touches Iâ€™d like to add. But every day in Southern California will be a little bit pinker thanks to the birth of the HugMobile.
Am I proud? Yes, I am.
I think Grandpa would be, too.