“If Daddy was a color, he would be a forest green – thick, lush, calm, whispering refreshing wisdom only few could hear. If Michael was a color, he would be bark brown – cocoa, mocha, chocolate, the color of earth. Quiet, supportive, but strong. A softness that love grows from. Together, they are the tree I lean on when I’m weary. The tree I swing from. The tree of life when surrounded by death.”
