I called my beloved brother, my late husband’s brother, for advice early yesterday, and in the way he has that I love and respect and admire and need so much, he started by saying, “You may not like the advice I have to give. You might get mad at me.”
I laughed, and said, “I’m not gonna get mad. That’s why I called you.”
Later last night I texted him Thank you. He called and asked, “So did my cantankerous advice work out?”
I laughed again, and said, “Sure did. Thank you so much.”
He said, “Don’t thank me. It’s you. All you. Just sometimes, even when we know what’s right, what we need to do, we just need someone else to say it, to say what’s hard to hear.”
Make art about hearing hard truths.