My favorite memories of my brother, Adam, aren’t the ones where he did something groundbreaking or heroic. My favorite memories are the ones when he and I just sat and talked. He was simply *with* me. My big brother, the coolest kid I knew, would take the time to sit with a little squirt like me. It made me feel special and loved.
Day 4 was like that. I didn’t do anything groundbreaking or heroic - I just sat with people, listened and tried to meet their needs. I stayed longer with my clients than I bill for, I met for almost two hours with a couple who are navigating a really challenging season with their child, I let London stay up late and I read to her because she was at a cliffhanger in one of my favorite books ever - The Giver. Then I finally sat down to eat some dinner at 10pm and ended up listening, joking with and talking to @annaleecapuano. (A sweet moment which she will later blame for her French homework not being completed.)🙄
London is 11 and Annalee is 17. They are the exact ages as Adam and I when he died. Listening, encouraging and caring for people through quality conversation and coaching was my act of kindness today. But watching Annalee and London just BE the ages they are, and letting myself soak in the memories of Adam and I at those same ages… that was a kindness and a mercy just for me.
#adamsacts
