Another Dream

I had another dream last night. This time Henry himself wasn't in it, but it was about him. In this dream, it was the beginning of next school year. One of the new teachers saw pictures of Henry on my desk. She knew he had died, and she asked me how he died. Tears immediately came to my eyes as I told her he died from complications of leukemia. Then she asked me to tell her a little about him. The tears flowed, but they didn't scare her away, and it was nice to talk about Henry.

So often people are afraid to bring up Brady or Henry. They don't want us to cry, or to feel sad. But the thing is, we cry and feel sad anyway. Yet like any parents, we want to talk about our kids. We want to remember our kids. This is something I need to work on as well. I often shy away from talking about my kids...I don't want to make people feel bad, or to have that awkward silence. I need to be brave, to share my beautiful boys with the world! (It's so easy to do here in writing and so much harder to do in person...) And to those of you I may see one day (or every day)...don't ever feel bad mentioning our boys. It warms our hearts to know that we aren't the only ones who remember them, and that ours aren't the only lives they have touched.