I read in yesterday’s Daily Good
about an artist and a mother,
named Rachel Callander,
who worked with hospitals
to change their wording
on their medical forms
from just what was broken in her child
to add, what they loved about this child,
what they enjoyed….
so that these beautiful things
would be part of their medical record.
And then I heard from a friend of mine
who’d also read this article
and contacted me about it.
My friend whose son had died.
And as I wrote back to her I realized that
I’d never had a chance to
say his name to her and to me at the same time
To allow the wonder of him to be with us.
Loving the children we don’t get to keep.
I spoke his beloved name
and such aliveness was with us.