I often think about how it will be when we are rehashing stories about my brother with the boys. Avery was not quit 4 when he died, and obviously Taylor will never get to meet him. I wonder if Avery will remember anything, and how I'm sure they'll ask if I miss him and I'll smile and say sometimes, probably while fighting back a tear or two. But I really hoped there was a little retention of memories of Heath by Avery so when we told Taylor about his uncle that Avery could back them up; and give a child's perspective on how he was as an uncle.
Wednesday Avery wanted to go to Macdonald's before church. He enjoys it because he gets to play with two of his friends on the playground. I hate it because the food is one grade above dirt, but I sacrifice for the children. So I was feeling sub-par after my meal at Macdonald's Wednesday as we were loading into the car, and Avery said "I have holes in my pants like Uncle Heath had." I of course was intrigued, but skeptical, since my first born tends to exaggerate a great deal; and there was a picture of Heath in the back of the truck. He went on to explain that during the day at school he had torn his pants, and now both knees of his jeans were ripped. He said that he had pants like Uncle Heath's because he always had holes in his pants.
The funny thing is I always used to give Heath a hard time about his jeans that were bought pre-torn. I told him if you wore them right they would eventually have holes in them. For me to get reminded that "every little thing's gonna be alright" by my son remembering my brother through the holes in his jeans was a funny blessing for the day.
--Be Excellent To Each Other
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