y heart’s breaking for Vicki Forman
, her husband, and their daughter, Josie. Somehow Evan is gone. Sweet Evan, pictured with Vicki in my post from the other day. Sweet Evan, whose love of swinging at the park is captured so eloquently in one of his mom’s earliest Literary Mama columns, “The Mother at the Swings.”
I am that mother at the swings. I don’t have a child with special needs but I have children, and I’m fascinated by the many ways women of all situations cope with what life delivers, or drops, or detonates.
Sweet Evan, who was seven like my youngest, and who would’ve turned eight next week.
Thanks to Jennifer
for making me aware, in so many ways. Both these ladies have noted on their blogs how donations may be made in Evan’s memory.
Blessings to Vicki for all she does, and all she’s going through.