It Was My Pleasure
Our developmentally disabled son, Aaron, loved to go to Chick-fil-A with his job coach, Barbara, his best friend, Vanessa, and his other "homies" -- a loving term they used for one another. They spent countless days over the past 10 years enjoying Chick-fil-A Chicken Sandwiches, Chicken Nuggets, and dipping sauce, of course!
I was the Mom, so I didn't get to enjoy those lunches with the "homies" but I heard stories and saw the photos. Once a year they all wore their T-Shirts, bells, and cow noses to celebrate the Chick-fil-A spirit, "Eat More Chikin!"
The photo in this story depicts a tattoo that Barbara put on her arm, in memory of Aaron, who passed away at age 36 in 2011. Aaron loved puzzles and could put them together faster than anyone. The tattoo depicts the famous cow, with puzzle pieces, the "C" for the logo, and "It Was My Pleasure" which speaks of Barbara's heart toward Aaron. She wasn't just his job coach, she was his friend. She helped him order his lunch, count the right amount of change, and laughed with him. She helped look out for him when he was struggling with the effects of his health in the last few months he was with us. They were "BFF's" in every sense of the word.
Barbara always says she was so blessed to know Aaron. As his Mom, we were ALL blessed. Now, who is blessing whom? Barbara, in her own unique way of honoring our son and giving Chick-fil-A a little nod.
The owner and staff of the Chick-fil-A at Crossings at South Corona were there for us to help cater a luncheon in honor of our son after his funeral. They decorated the room as we requested, with balloons on each table, and a banquet of delectable food -- as we wanted this to be a celebration of his life.
Thank you, Chick-fil-A. Thank you, Barbara. Thank you, homies.
Aaron enjoyed every minute.