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Hello, my dear Cardinal

Dear Ravi,

Your daddy and I are back from Virginia and are on the hunt for more cardinals. Roberta has seen many of them on her photography retreat to Canada. Maybe it is too hot in Minnesota, and you fled north?

Generally, I attend the 8:15 church service, but this morning I felt called to attend the 10:30 service which has music. The choir sang many of my favorite hymns. As you know, St Clement’s is old. We do not have air conditioning in the church. All windows were open to catch even the faintest whiff of a breeze, and everyone had a program or hand fan at the ready. None the less, we all melted. At the final note of the postlude, there was a mass stampede into the air-conditioned parish hall! After a lovely visit with our oldest parishioner, Pearl, who was born in 1926, I retreated to the much cooler chapel, columbarium. For me, the chapel is both a place of respite and grief. I can talk and visit to you, but there is never a time when the tears do not flow. I miss so much, my son. I am now at home with the pets, and your daddy is out at the airfield, hopefully not baking.

Yesterday, your daddy and I had an amazing Teams meeting with a lovely lady named Ruth. She lives in the UK, and lost her son Fergus to osteosarcoma in 2022, 10 days shy of his 13th birthday. He endured the exact type of chemotherapy that you did. Ruth is collecting these stories and interviews of parents and caretakers to try and find a common thread in the various stories of your disease. As you know, the treatment regime for osteosarcoma is at least 40 years old and barbaric. There are fewer than 900 cases a year in the US and Ruth says there are less than 30 cases a year in England. Osteosarcoma is rare, and since it is rare, it does not get much monetary help, support, or money for clinical trials. Ruth, Jenn, Jonn, and your daddy and I agree on this point. There is a desperate need for better treatments and outcomes. Just because this disease is rare does not make it any less important to treat.

The Rev. Elizabeth has asked me to be on the steering committee of the Gather group, the 5 year plan we have to make our church more inclusive and autism/sensory friendly. I am honored to be on this committee. In the early fall, I will be presenting an Autism 101 class at the adult forum, for those who want to learn how to make our church more welcoming. I am also teaching a sensory friendly Sunday School class for 5 to 10 year olds. I am very excited about both of those things.

Making our world more autism friendly has been my calling since 2004, when you were diagnosed. I blog, I speak, I will teach. I am also feeling a faint call from another direction. I want to bring more awareness to osteosarcoma. As I was telling Roberta, it is easy for me to write about you. I can happily do that all day long. It is much more difficult for me to use mouth words to describe you and the last 22 months of your life. I can do it, but it leaves both me and your daddy gutted and wrecked for the rest of the day. I have nothing but sheer admiration for the Ruths, Jenns, and Johns of this world who delve into the complex and tragic world of osteosarcoma on a daily basis. I want to do this for you, alongside my autism work, but I will have to pace myself and measure out my spoons carefully. It has been less than 10 months since you left us and I am still very raw.

Right now, the dogs and cat are dozing at my feet. I have the AC on full blast. The house is very quiet. I miss your noise and your energy. I am waiting for the temperature to drop a bit before I go for a run/walk. I have the race I am running for your coming up in 6 weeks, and I am excited about it. If you are hanging out with Dave Evans in heaven, please give him a hug from me. He was a great guy and deeply missed. I love you to the moon and back, Ravi. Mom.

I missed you, Ravi

Dear Ravi,

Your dad and I spent a wonderful week in Virginia. We flew into Richmond and stayed a few days with April and Rick, who are the husband and wife team who married us. I have known April since infancy and when she was 15 and my very first babysitter. I firmly believe that without April and Aunt Pidge, I would not have had a female to bond with. I am forever thankful. After a few days with the April and Rick we went to Fredericksburg to see Etta, Denny, Mom Sue, and Celia. Etta and I have been friends and running partners since 1991. We were roommates the year of 1992-1993. Years have gone by but we still keep in touch. We spent Thanksgiving with them last year, right after losing you, and the whole family gave us a soft place to land. This was a happier trip.

It is haying season in Virginia and all farmers are busy. Etta quickly taught your daddy how to drive a tractor. Red, who had come over to help said when he saw Robert driving the tractor solo, he looked “proud as a peacock”. Farming definitely is good for your daddy. He said he saw a cardinal in the back part of the field and knew it was you checking in to say “hi”. He also saw a 6 foot black snake, tons of bunnies and some hawks. I saw dozens of dragon flies which told me that Jonathon was nearby. The next day was time to bale hay. We got several turns of the 200 acres done before the baler decided to up and quit. We all spent a lot of time pulling hay out of the gears and trying to convince it to go again. No luck. Red and Etta went back to Red’s farm to get his baler and got some more of the field done before it got dark. When Mom Sue was not baling hay she was kicking my rear end in Scrabble. It was so fun to tag after her, doing farm wife chores and listening to her stories. After a competitive game of Scrabble, we went back out in the field to rake hay. She is a very spry 78-year-old who can rake twice as much hay as I can without missing a beat. Truly amazing.

That night your daddy and I took Denny and Etta out for Mexican. All of us were too tired to even think about preparing a meal. By 10 pm we were all sound asleep in bed. Farming will do that to you. Two of the three mornings we were there, Etta and I got up at 6am and ran trails. Sweet boy, I have not trail run since 2023 and it was awesome. I can still run! I am not fast, I am not pretty, but I can chug right along. Running trails with my best friend gave me such unspeakable joy.

We returned yesterday and the pets were very happy to see us. I immediately reserved Chris, our house sitter, for Thanksgiving week so we can return to Virginia. Last night I heard from Celia that Red’s baler had caught on fire. Luckily, they were able to move the tractor away in time, a fire truck came, and no one was hurt. All good things. Oh, I forgot to tell you, the other morning on the way to work, Denny got hit by a buck. It dented in the driver side door and made the front fender look most unhappy, but he is okay. They have a rental car as his car will be in the shop for a couple or weeks.

So, my dear boy, that is the summary of our last week. I am glad you and Jonathon made it to Virginia. Apparently, my southern accent has come back. People keep commenting on my “cute accent”. I guess that they are not used to people who say y’all, or ma’am. Oh well, we will see how long my accent stays. I rather like it. Ravi, I love you tons and miss you. I know that you are flying free. I will look for you with the cardinals. Love you to the moon and back. Mom.

Nine months

Dear Ravi,

It has been nine months since I held you in my arms, kissed you goodbye and let you fly free. Sometimes, nine months seems like forever, other times it seems like it was just yesterday. Time and grief are peculiar that way. Today we are going to celebration of life ceremony for our friend Dave. He was another person whom your Daddy and I held in our arms, along with his loving niece Laurie, until he took his last breath. I have to admit, Boo, Daddy and I think that we have said enough goodbyes and done enough end-of-life care for a good long time. I know that you and Dave are dancing in heaven, but those of us on earth miss you deeply.

I am slowly easing back into the work world. I have had interviews this week for both a tutoring job and a care taking job. I don’t want to work more than 25 hours a week, and I won’t do end of life care. I need to get out of the house a bit and engage with the outside world.

The exciting news is that your daddy, a dear friend of mine, and I are planning a trip to Spain in 2027. We want to hike El Camino. There are several people at St. Clement’s who have done this pilgrimage, and I am eager to talk to them about their adventures. I have never been to Spain, and I love to hike. I would love to do a pilgrimage for you, Boo Bear. I have no idea if cardinals live in Spain, but I am positive that you will check in while we are on our journey.

I need to get ready for Dave’s celebration of life. I hope that you and he are having grand adventures in heaven. The dogs are happily curled up at my feet. The cat is purring. For the moment, life is peaceful. I miss you tons.

Love, Mom.

July??

Dear Ravi,

How is it already July? I blinked and the calendar moved. We spent the 4th July very quietly, as we do not believe that our country has anything to celebrate while our citizens and our immigrants are being oppressed or disappeared. The afternoon of the 4th, I joined Women Against Military Madness on the corner of Summit and Snelling. We chanted and prayed for freedom for Palestine, freedom from war, and freedom for those who are oppressed. It felt good to join people of like minds and speak out freely. We had lots of honks and peace signs from passersby. Luckily, we were in the shade because the heat was oppressive. I will return to this group of peacekeepers every Friday from 4 to 5 pm.

I may have mentioned before, July is both Sarcoma awareness month and child loss month. I am on social media only sporadically and am trying not to doom scroll. It is a slippery slope. Last Sunday, I was happy to leave my phone at home and go to church. I went to the 10:30 service instead of the 8:15, as I was in the mood for music. What a great day to go, the choir sang all my favorite hymns. Despite all the windows being open, the church was stuffy and hot. It was a relief to go down and visit you in the chapel. I sat by niche and talked to you for a long time. We could hear the muffled conversations from coffee hour upstairs, people coming and going. The church is a lively place on Sunday, a good place to be. Your daddy and I will come over later this week, when the church is open and visit you. We walked by on Sunday evening, but it was all locked up.

Ravi, I am at a crossroads. I am feeling the urge to return to the working world. I don’t want to work full time, but 20 to 25 hours a week would be fine. I had a preliminary interview for a tutoring job this morning, and have an interview with Visiting Angels, as caretaking group tomorrow afternoon. What I really want to do is to sell my book and be an author, but I need something to pay the bills in the interim. We shall see what happens. I am not taking a job just to have a job, a job has to have meaning to me, and a decent rate of pay.

The exciting news is that Daddy and I are going to Virginia next week. We are flying into Richmond and spending 3 days with April and Rick and also seeing a childhood friend. Then, we will go see Etta and Denny and family in Fredericksburg for 4 days. It is summer on a farm, and we will be busy. I think Daddy has already been conscripted to drive a tractor. I will slather him with sunscreen, put a big floppy hat on his head and hope that he does not wilt. We will also see Nancy and Red and celebrate the end of her treatment for breast cancer. The visit would not be complete without a stop by my alma mater. Don’t worry about the pets, Chris will take good care of them and the house while we are away.

I suppose you heard about the tragedy in Texas. Your daddy and I are heartbroken. So many people were swept away in the flood. I know that they are now dancing with Jesus, but their families want them back. We pray for peace and closure for those left behind.

I miss you, Boo Bear. I miss your smile and your laugh. I know that you are flying free. Friends chime in almost daily to give me cardinal reports. Sometimes, I see you when I am out and about with the dogs. Last night I saw lightening bugs, something I have not seen since I was a child. Are there lightening bugs in heaven? We went to Taco Bell for you last week, the first time we have been back since we lost you. I had a freezie in your memory. I smiled through the tears. Sweet boy, know that your mama loves and misses you. The Cardinal is the state bird in Virginia, so I will look for your there. Forever and ever, your loving mama. Harriet.

Happy Birthday, Mercury

Dear Mercury,

Happy 21s birthday to you. We hope that you are well. Though we heard your voice as you facetimed goodbye to Ravi, we have not seen you since you were 18. We miss you. Though the house is full of animals, there is no longer any teen or young adult energy. We still have Jack Jack and Gloria. Shortly after you departed, we adopted Nikki, an orange tabby cat. In December we adopted Raya. a blue merle aussie. She is very sweet and shy but has decided that Dad and I are her safe people. Catherine, the hedgehog, is her usually sassy self. She loves bugs, her wheel, and snuggling in my bathrobe.

What can I say? I just want to talk to you. I never wanted you to leave, I just wanted time to talk to you without Eli chiming in. The last summer you were home, all I wanted was 30 minutes of your time, to go for a walk or to take you out to coffee. When you came home for spring break, I was hoping we could connect, but your brother was in the hospital. Though you visited him once, you did not even acknowledge him, you were too wrapped up in Eli. And, since you paid no attention to Ravi, he ignored you. He fought cancer for 22 months. You never called him or even sent him a card. It was like he did not even exist. Someday, I hope you are able to understand the depth of your loss.

I love you, Mercury, but we are also hurt and angry. You never told Dad your preferred name or pronouns but became furious if he called you by your birth name. We will happily pay for your education, and help you with FAFSA, but you have to talk to us first. We hope you are having a good birthday. We are always willing to talk to you and extend a hand. You have had our phone numbers memorized since you were six. You can call us, but we can’t call you as you changed your number. Give us a chance, we are not complete evil, regardless of what Eli is whispering in your ear. We did not kick you out of the house because you are trans. When I emailed you 2 Easters ago and sent you an Easter basket, you only replied in rage. We will only reach out to you in love. Take care of yourself. You know our phone numbers. Would it be too much to pick up the phone and call? Love, Mom and Dad.

Happy Birthday, Ravi!

Dear Ravi,

Today you are 23 years old and celebrating your first birthday in heaven. I am certain you are having a much bigger party than we were able to throw for you when you turned 18 or 21. I instinctively knew that you would want to celebrate this birthday outside. Yesterday, you daddy and I walked over to St. Clement’s to visit you. The church had just had the carpets cleaned and no one was supposed to go downstairs or to the chapel, but when we explained why we were there, a very nice man let us come inside. We spent a long time in the chapel, talking to you, talking to each other, and just sitting and remembering. It is a very peaceful place to be. On our way out we ran into Joy, who gives the best hugs in the world. We talked for a minute about Gather, the new autism friendly services our church is beginning this fall. We are all super excited about this. In the fall, I am also helping lead sensory friendly Sunday School classes. We will have a prayer, a lesson, and a song. After that students are invited to do a variety of things, both large and small motor, with many sensory tools thrown in for good measure. It has been a while since I have taught, and I am looking forward to this.

This afternoon, your daddy and I met our dear friend, Roberta, at the Como Zoo. We wandered the entire zoo. We saw a baby giraffe and met a very saucy ostrich. The sloths just slept, but many of the primates were quite active. Our favorite part was watching the seals and the sea lions swim. They are so peaceful and aquatic. I could have spent all afternoon just observing them. Do you remember how much you loved watched the seals?

It got hot, so we stopped for a break and a snack. In your honor, I had a red slushie. It tasted divine. Roberta had to leave after that, but your daddy and I went to watch Sparky the sea lion do his tricks for fish. Remember how mom used a clicker to train Rosie, your service dog? Seals and sea lions also learn their skills and tricks via clicker training. Instead of cheese or hotdogs, they get raw fish and ice cubes! At the end of the show, we went to the tropical room. The mama and baby sloth were not there, but there were tons of fish and birds and turtles to enjoy. I think you would have liked it.

Tonight, we walked over to Shish for dinner, meeting our friends Daniel and Robin. I got my favorite, red lentil soup and pita bread. Some things never change. I have loved that dish since before you were born and I continue to order it every time we eat there. Yesterday, we stopped by next door at the Italian Pie shop for vanilla cokes. You would have approved of the garlic bread, it came with a shot glass of pizza red sauce. I have fond memories of you doing shots of that sauce when we would take you to Carbonnes Pizza. First you would do shots, then you would eat the cheesy garlic bread, and then last but not least, you would make quick work of a sausage and pepperoni pizza. These memories make me smile through the tears.

I heard from a lot of people that knew and loved you today. You live on, strong and healthy, and free, in our memories. I see you when I see male cardinals flying by or sitting in trees. Alissa sent me a video of cardinals she saw from her balcony in Hawaii, and teacher Linda sent me a beautiful video of a male cardinal in her backyard fountain. All of these birds looked very happy. My son, I hope and pray that you too, are happy. We miss you so much. Someday, we will all celebrate birthdays together again. In the meantime, please keep showing up as a cardinal, a monarch butterfly, or in any other form that pleases you. I am still working hard on getting your book published and bringing more attention both to autism and to osteosarcoma. I am now working on a second book called Letters to Ravi, Letters to God.

Thank you to everyone who reached out to use today. You are such good humans. Thank you to Karen, who sent the beautiful cardinal yard flag, which I have planted in the front yard. I am grateful to call you all my friends. Go forth, do good works, keep in touch. Peace, Harriet, Ravi’s mom.

Off The Rails

Social media is a funny thing. Mostly, I use it to look for a send silly cat and dog pictures to my friends. It allows me to stay in touch with people I otherwise would not hear from. Sometimes, however, social media gets a bit nosy and a bit creepy. Follow along.

I wrote extensively about Ravi in the last two years of his life. #TeamRavi gained momentum and followers. Our friends were our link to the outside world, cheering us on while we were confined to one hospital room after another. During this time, social media decided to that I needed to see lots of entries on cancer. This was the good, the bad, the ugly, and the flat out absurd. I met some extraordinary people, and I got a lot of spam. I never did find any good information on osteosarcoma, but I did get ads for lots of clinics in Mexico that did not take insurance but claimed that they could cure cancer with sound waves directed into the bone and a diet of coconut. For obvious reasons, I hit delete and kept on moving. After about a year of this, social media decided that my kid’s time must be up and started sending me articles on hospice care. At that time, this was the farthest thing from our minds. Once again, I hit delete and kept on scrolling. After Ravi passed, I was besieged with articles and links on grief and child loss. Some of this was useful, most of it was maudlin and not worth my time.

Last night, things got truly weird and went off the rails. Not one, but two links popped up under grief, but this was no ordinary grief post. This was a “cutting edge seminar” on grief counseling that would let a mourner get in touch with their loved one’s ghost! To quote a dear friend of mine, “I shit you not”. First of all, the idea of ghosts has been around forever. Since when do they need cutting edge technology to communicate with the living world? Why do I need cutting edge technology to talk to a ghost? Can’t I just say “Hi” and they say “Boo!” and we are done? My priest, Joy, says ghosts are bad theology. Maybe so, but I have seen enough weird things in my life not to truly discount the existence of ghosts, or something other worldly. Anyway, I let out a snort, hit delete, and kept on scrolling, as one does.

So, there you go. Social media is weird. It tries to be predictive, and often greatly misses the mark. Yes, eventually we did need help with hospice, loss, and grief, but we did not need social media leading the charge. I don’t need a seminar on grief and ghosts to talk to Ravi. I talk to Ravi all the time and I firmly believe that he hears me. I see him in the sunrise, in monarch butterflies, and in cardinals. In ways, he is tangibly present to me. This does not mean that I don’t grieve him deeply, but I know that his spirit is alive, happy, and free of pain in a plane of existence which I cannot even fathom.

I will wrap this up by saying that social media is not the real world, or even a shadow of the real world. It is just a mishmash of pictures and words. No one’s real life is what they portray on the internet. It is “just sound and fury signifying nothing.” We can “strut and fret” all we like, but in the end, it is the work that we do in the real world, the outside, tangible world, that makes a difference. So, this is my plea to you. Log off and go outside. Touch the grass. Take a walk. Look for cardinals and monarch butterflies. Breathe deeply. Be good humans and we will be in touch. Peace, Harriet, Ravi’s mom.

Mother’s Day, 7 months, plants, and stuff

I have been dreading today for weeks. I did not know how to get through Mother’s Day when I don’t feel like a mom. I didn’t know how to function when it has been exactly 7 months since Ravi took his last breath. So, I laid a game plan. I would attend the Adult Forum and 10:30 service with a dear friend. Afterwards, I would go downstairs to the chapel/ columbarium and spend as much time as I needed with Ravi. Then, I would go buy flowers and plant them in the back yard. The day went as planned, with a few miracles thrown in for good measure.

I went to adult forum with my friend. At the end of it, a woman from the vestry approached me. I had never talked to her before. “You are Ravi’s mom, aren’t you?” How had she known that I was praying that someone would just say his name? Turns out, she is the aunt of one of the young men on Ravi’s Special Olympic team, The Saint Paul Magic. We exchanged pleasantries and moved on to church. Once in the church, an astounding wave of grief hit me. I silently sobbed through most of the service. It was a lovely service, but I was completely flooded by grief. My friend just held my hand. After the service I went downstairs to the chapel/columbarium. I pulled a chair as close as I could to Ravi’s niche and just sobbed. I have no idea how long I sat there. Eventually, I gained a bit of composure and staggered out into the sunlight.

On returning home, I checked my phone. The first two texts were from the two people who have always stood by us, my sister-in-law, Cindy, and my cousin Paul. These two reached out every day during Ravi’s illness and every day since then. They are very dear to my heart. There were also texts and emails from friends, teachers at Ravi’s school, and other bereaved moms. I took a while to sit with this, then Robert and I went to Menards. We slowly wandered the garden section, and I picked out flowers and herbs that called to me. Once home, I spent several glorious hours digging in the dirt, planting and watering. Getting dirt on my hands and under my nails was good therapy. Later, we got Greek takeout.

So, this was the day that I had dreaded. I will be honest, parts of it were brutally hard. Other parts, goodness and mercy flowed into me. I want to thank everyone who said Ravi’s name to me, to everyone who reached out with pictures or spoke of sweet memories. I am proud to call you friends. I am wrapping up today by writing and listening to Glenn Gould play Bach. Music speaks to my soul. Gardening feeds my soul. My friends prop me up when I feel that I can no longer stand. I thank all of you. Be good humans. Say Ravi’s name and smile. Peace, Harriet.

Dear Ravi

My dear son, I have been silent these last few weeks as my laptop was in the shop, and I can’t compose anything of note on my phone. I am happy to have my computer back. I was mostly silent during April, which is Autism Awareness Month. It was the good, the bad, the ugly, and the absurd. I will spare you most of the details. I want you to know that RFK is wrong with a capital W. He said you would never write a poem. Ravi, your entire life and the way you lived it was a poem. He said you would never go on a date or have friends. Ravi, you had a bevy of female friends who loved to scoop you up and go have fun with you. These friends love and miss you. I will spare you the rest of the garbage that this man spews because you know, and I know, that whatever he has to say is complete rubbish.

Ravi, your life was a song, and I loved the way that you sang it. I treasure every moment that your father and I were able to spend with you. I just wish there were more moments. Your father recently drove to MS to pick up a glider from his dad. To the relief of many, at age almost 90, your grandfather finally hung up his wings. The glider that Dad now owns is a very perky shade of yellow. It is called a Duck Hawk, but I have dubbed it The Canary. Dad also brought back lots of pictures, both of you and Mercury, and many of family members I never had the chance to meet. I am not certain what to do with your baby and toddler pictures. They bring me such joy and such sorrow. I will hang some of them on the wall. I will put others into albums. For right now, I feel somewhat frozen, and they will just have to sit in a box on the dining room table. Ravi, you had the greatest smile.

I am dreading Mother’s Day. I have never had a Mother’s Day without you. I will go visit you in the chapel and then your dad and I will do something to honor you. If you have any way of getting in touch with Mercury, please tell them that they are loved and missed.

Right now, it is cold, grey day. I am snuggling with the animals. It should feel more like spring this weekend. I will plant some flowers in your memory. In the meantime, I love you. Fly high, sweet boy.

When Boo Bear came back as a butterfly

Last weekend was magical. When Ravi was 4 and Mercury was 2 we had the most amazing person who lived with us for a year. Her name was Shirley and she had immigrated from China to get her Masters and PhD at the University of Minnesota. Her focus was autism and she wanted to live with an American family with an autistic child. She lived with us from 2006-2007 and was a huge part of Ravi’s life. A few weeks ago she found a $100 round trip ticket from Atlanta, near where she currently lives, to Minnesota. We both decided this was a sign that she needed to visit and she booked the ticket immediately.

Shirley was in town only 26 hours, but we made the most of them. We laughed, talked, cried, and shared our favorite memories of Boo. She was the first person I allowed in his bedroom, and I welcomed her to take anything of his that spoke to her. Early Sunday morning she was sitting in my reading chair, meditating and praying. Two things happened at once. She looked at the window, into a cold Minnesota morning and saw a big, beautiful butterfly. Her gaze then turned to a picture of Ravi on the refrigerator. She said that she heard his voice in her mind saying, “Shirley, I am happy”. A few hours later we went to church and were amused to find that we were both wearing Boo Bear socks. After the service we went down to the chapel to visit Ravi. We cried, we held each other, we mourned. It was very hard, but very cathartic. After, we picked up donuts and coffee and returned home to Robert.

Too soon, the visit had to end. We drove her to the airport and and , among tears and laughter, put her on her plane, heading home. As we were driving home, two things happened at once. I got a text from Peter saying that Ravi had been in his dream, and it was great to see him. Just then, a truck with the license plate “Boo” pulled in front of us. This had to be more than mere coincidence. An hour later I got an excited text from Alissa. She had been coaching her Special Olympic swim team in Hawaii. The entire time, a dragon fly was hovering over the pool. A dragon fly is a sign that the soul of her brother Jonathan is nearby. When she returned home, a beautiful orange monarch butterfly was waiting for her. She did not get a picture, but immediately alerted me.

All of the signs happened within a 5-hour period. I do not believe in coincidence, but I do believe in God, and I do believe in a life beyond the grave. Ravi appeared to two people as a butterfly, to Peter in his dream, and to Robert and me as a license plate. There is no doubt in my mind that my boy is footloose and fancy free in the world. He got to visit all of his favorite people in one day. We all could truly sense his presence

One final note. Ravi’s name has multiple meanings. In Russian, Ravi means Bear. In Sanskrit, it means sun. In French, is means to bring delight. Ravi is all of these things and more. Though we grieve him and miss him dearly, I know that he has shed his mortal, cancer ridden body and is flying free, immune to to the bonds of time and space. I am happy to share him with the world. I have submitted my final touches of my Not Your Ordinary Autism Book to my editor and showcased in a way, I hope, that I hope will draw in a publisher. I will keep you posted. In the interim, be good people and be on the lookout for signs and miracles. Peace, Harriet, Ravi’s mom.