Sometimes grief hits you right in the gut when you least expect it.  This happened to me about a month after we lost our Ella Claire.  My phone rang one afternoon.  The caller was Nolan’s first-grade teacher.  Instantly I said, “what did he do”?  The teacher quickly clarified that she called to give me heads up on something.  Since the class finished end of year testing, they had free time to draw whatever they wanted.  With a wide-open canvas, I can imagine all the things that a first-grade boy would draw! Nolan frequently drew about sports, hunting, or farming.  Instead on that particular day, Nolan drew something that was a…