2 Weeks that change you

On June 9, yes for those who know me that is my birthday, I found out my oldest brother, Don, had fallen ill and my son, Duncan had been accepted into a camp for children living with autism.

Less than a week later on June 15, I lost my brother - he slipped away peacefully and painlessly. I cried most of the day & night. I still tear up thinking about Don. I miss him so much.

One week later (2nd day of camp) my son told us he had a Happy day, spontaneously! If you are new or never been around a child with autism this is a huge event! Spontaneous conversation about how he was feeling! I cried, happily.

On Wednesday morning, Duncan woke up and came into my room where I was dressing for work. He looked at me, in the eye and said, "I dream of Uncle Don, he wave." Duncan left the room and went back to his book of robots. I cried. He remembers Don ...

Last night, Duncan walked up to before bedtime and said, " I love my mommy" & hug me.

Yes this month has been bittersweet, I like to think Uncle Don has chosen to help Duncan. Thank You Don!

Don, I still cannot find the words that say how much I miss you, what a great impact you had on my life, so I turn to the Mighty Mighty Bosstones - "The Day He didn't Die":

"...Still I won't forget the day before The last day of his life I really miss him He would have loved this I hope he can hear me I really miss him He would have loved this I hope he can hear me. And how I loved how he lived How he was loved and admired A knack a certain flare for life And how he had it wired He'd never give up-he wouldn't give in He had a wonderful way of living There's not been a day One hasn't gone by When I don't think about The day he didn't die I really miss him He would have loved this I hope he can hear me..."