Art does not lie down on the bed
that was made for it;
it runs away as soon
as one says its name;
it loves to be incognito.
Its best moments
are when it forgets
what it is called.
~ Jean Dubuffet ~
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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.
You’ve raised an adult to be proud of – can you teach me how? What a gift to the world. And something for me to strive for.
And while you’re teaching…you could help me write a tribute like that too….just lovely. “laughter is his religion”, “he has a way of seeing…” I want to know him.
…and here I was thinking I was the fortunate one.
Thanks, Mom. Love you, too.
(In spite of that awful photo.)