This is a sketch of a photo I took wherein Mike is reaching out to take my hand. Mom, Dad and I were visiting Mike at his group home. During those times (in the late 1990s), I always took my camera. Maybe I’m cherry picking the images in this retrospective, looking for evidence that Mike […]
I captured the image of Mike‘s hand reaching for mine. The photograph shows that Mike seems to be smiling. These are the moments with my older brother that I treasure.
When I was around my brother, I always tried to make contact. I never quite knew if I was successful, though. My older brother Mike has never spoken. He is autistic and very low functioning. I fault myself sometimes for perhaps requiring too much of a sign from him to indicate a connection. Mike had […]
