
BRIAN'S LEGACY OF LOVE By Janise Eckman Wooten I am sitting in my tree house, basking in the sunshine, hearing the sound of my husband Randy, running the lawn mower. It is a kind of music to my soul, as I feel the breeze on my arms and face; knowing my mom, who lives with us, is being safely cared for, in our home, by her caregiver Rebecca. Yes, I'm just sitting in the tree house relaxing, taking a break, but from what?!! Relaxing and grieving, mourning the loss of our son, Brian. I am hidden away, but not really, just grieving, yet rejoicing at the same time that I feel his nearness; but how could I feel his FARNESS too--so keenly--at the same time, a profound paradox?! He seems so very far away, his physicality completely unreachable--in a box, far away, deep in the earth, having been covered up lovingly with kindness, so much sadness and a giant pile of dirt! I love that boy, that 39 year old man child of mine! I miss so many things, little things and big things abo...