Brotherly Love

After we returned from our vacation, I was sorting through the mail. Harry saw a letter from the *Make a Wish* Foundation . He was attracted to the photos of young kids doing interesting things. One, who looked to be about his age, was dressed as a police officer and standing next to a mini-motorcycle. So, Harry asked what the letter was about and if that kid was a "real" police officer. I explained to him that this organization grants children who are very ill a special wish to make them feel better. Harry had all sorts of questions about the kids, their wishes and if they die. It was a tough conversation on the heels of little Jude's death. In the midst of our discussion we decided that we would make a donation in Jude's honor so that a child could get a wish. Harry is donating money he has saved from his allowance.

Then I asked Harry what his wish would be. His answer blew me away. He said, "Well, if me and Willie were both at that place and we were both sick, my wish would be that Will would get better even if it meant that I would die." Now that is brotherly love. I have never been so proud of my son!