“Do you ever feel her?” he asks. “Your mom?” I lift my eyes to find him staring down at me, those patient blue eyes mesmerizing. “Sometimes. I feel her the most when I paint or draw.” His lip quirks. “I don’t feel Drew…ever. Except for when I’m out here.” I’m surprised as he starts to laugh. “I have to be honest, Blaze, all I can picture is him giving me shit for putting some of him in a tree.” I’m silent a moment before a small quiet chuckle leaves me, and then it turns into a full-blown laugh. Once the laughter dies down, we sit there, gazing up at our loved ones’ tree.
