I have so many fond memories of Walker, it's hard to know which to share. My son, Nick Corbello, and Walker were closest of friends. Nick's 16th birthday party was a formal tea party (Nick's idea, not mine). I made various teas in lovely tea pots, set out my best china, and bought the finest pastries I could find on the North Shore of New Orleans. The young ladies and men came in final attire -- the ladies with dresses and heals; one with a hot pink purse to match her hot pink hair. Walker had on blue jeans with a white, button-down shirt (untucked), tie, and black formal jacket. During our high tea, Walker serenaded us with beautiful, classical music on violin. Afterwards, we moved to the living room. The guys took off their white shirts and spent another couple of hours in their wild and colorful T-shirts, jamming as only "Giraffe Sauce Mandigo" (the name of their band) could. The beautiful lines of Walker's violin improvisations wove a counterpoint to the melodies created by guitars, keyboard and upright bass. I can still hear Walker's violin playing -- sweet, lovely and lyrical -- accompanying my memories of that delightful day. An incredibly versatile musician, he brought a touch of genius to our lives. I am forever grateful for his imprint on our minds and hearts.
The last time I spoke to Walker was shortly before he left China. It was a Skype call, so I decided to show him my backyard garden. I remember him laughing and smiling as I walked around, showing him the various plants. I had no idea this would be the last memory I would have of him, but it surely a lovely one!
Love you, Walker!
Emily DeMoor
