Courage. I immediately think of my boys when the word courage comes up. My eldest son faced death at the very young age of 24. He met it and dealt with it on his own terms and finally submitted to it gracefully with strength and courage. His younger brother was courageous as he donated stem cells for transplant, magical brownies and being by his side to the very end. He continues to be courageous in his ability to continue on with his own life after a loss that was so very hard to bare. Courage is something I think about almost daily because of my boys and I have learned from what they have shown me.
This is a simple tile, drawn with two tangles. One, designed by myself after my son, Austin, passed away called unme and one I came across only recently that so fits my youngest son, as he was born on the 5th of May, or as many people know it as "Cinco de Mayo" the tangle Ole'.