Keeping a Promise
By Gerri Zatlow
The Voice, Summer 2015
I lost my mother, best friend and partner in crime in June of 2013. She left me as the eternal protector to my autistic brother Douglas. There isn’t a day that goes by when I do not feel her loss substantially. When my brother comes home to visit me each and every weekend, I sometimes miss her more, as the amusing buffer between myself and Douglas’ autism (NOT Douglas the person), is no longer there to make peace, or joke about his strange ways.