Mighty 24

"And another regrettable thing about death
is the ceasing of your own brand of magic,...
the quips, the witticisms, the slant
adjusted to a few, those loved ones nearest the lip of the stage..."
--John Updike, "Perfection Wasted"


Yesterday as Ethan worked on a puzzle, he sat on the floor, one leg tucked under him and the other leg bent up, his chin resting on the raised knee. As I watched him, I suddenly remembered that this was just how Andrew used to sit for long periods of time as a young boy, reading books. We often marvelled at how he could stand to stay in this position for so long. A small thing, to be sure, but anything that evokes such a memory is a gift.

I wish that Andrew would not be defined only by his absence. Today, on his birthday, I like to remember the many ways he made us laugh. I just had to pull out the 'ol gingerbread clip for any who dare take the time to download it. (all 13 MB!)

The crushing of the gingerbread