"An H," he said."I'll draw an H and put it on my wall so I will always remember her."
He grabbed the crayons and some paper, drew a big block H, and began coloring it in, each block piece a different color. All different shades of orange, until he got to the last block.
"What's Hansa's favorite color?" He asked.
I wish I had asked her. I wish I could've asked her.
"I think it's brown." he said, holding up that crayon, carefully coloring in the last piece.
Brown. The color of West Texas sky after a dust storm. The color of mud and ducks and dirty pond water while hunting. The color of steak and hamburgers.
I think he's right. Brown was her favorite color.