Reminders

It's so rewarding to have so many reminders of our children that we outlived. This morning, while on FaceBook, I saw a side-panel ad that included a Camero. Although no one in our family had a Camero, both of our boys admired them. On more than one occasion, when I was driving somewhere with the older son in the car, he would say, "Mom! Turn right." Not knowing the cause for the urgency, I would turn right, and then our son would say, "Now slow way down." And as I slowed, he would slowly look over a Camero parked along the street, expressing his admiration.
On FaceBook, someone posted (of course) a picture of a cat. It was a Burmese, and we once had a cat with that coloring. Every night our younger son would start going upstairs, and then would call the cat, "Come On, Misty," and the cat would run to follow him up the stairs and into his room for the night. The cat lived for several years after our son died, but never again went upstairs.
Somebody posted about a bike trip on FaceBook, and I remembered all three of our kids participating in the annual bike ride across the state for several years. Our oldest would get up, go as fast as he could, and would be among the first riders to arrive in the specified town. Our daughter would ride with a new-found friend and arrive somewhere in the middle of the day. Our younger son would be one of the last to arrive at the destination, worrying his older brother.
People who knew one or the other of the boys sometimes ask me if they were alike. In some ways they were very much alike in that they had very funny senses of humor, they were very caring about other people, and they were both very creative. The older was talkative and was always on the move with one activity or another. The younger one could be very quiet, seemed to enjoy solitude, and was able to sit quietly just watching and observing. They both were the source of many memories and stories.