My friend used to blow kisses to her sons as they boarded the school bus. They always turned to give their mom a last look before the bus drove off, and she would flash them the American Sign Language sign for “I love you.”
She was proud of her non-verbal love cues.
One day, as her older son was leaving for day camp, he turned and flashed his mother the sign. She sighed with pride.
“You know what that means, right?” She asked as she put her trim arm around her younger son’s shoulder.
“Yeah, ‘rock on!’ You always want us to have fun, right?”
That younger son died in an accident two nights ago at the age of seventeen.
Rock on, Owen, we love you.
She was proud of her non-verbal love cues.
One day, as her older son was leaving for day camp, he turned and flashed his mother the sign. She sighed with pride.
“You know what that means, right?” She asked as she put her trim arm around her younger son’s shoulder.
“Yeah, ‘rock on!’ You always want us to have fun, right?”
That younger son died in an accident two nights ago at the age of seventeen.
Rock on, Owen, we love you.
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