Comforted

My younger brother Rob called today. He was trying to ask me something and fighting to find the right words, questioning whether he should even ask me at all. I could tell. He said it was about Hunter and I told him to just tell me.

He is an incredible artist, he hasn't done anything in a while, his life has made that challenging lately but he's really amazing. He saw the pictures of Hunter awhile ago and asked me if he could draw a picture of him.

This is a perfect example of how people think they must treat a grieving mother. They assume that the mere mention of our dead child will upset us when in fact it is quite the opposite. We want our family, friends, coworkers, to acknowledge the life of our child. So what my brother has done today is a great gift. He's not only acknowledged my son, he's offered to memorialize him forever in the best way he can. Art.

I have few physical mementos of Hunter and they are very precious to me. Him doing this, is giving me more of what I love so much. And I love him very much for this.