“Even If You’re A 300-Lb Black Kid, You Still Wanna Be Calvin” Ctd


This post sparked a somber memory from a reader:

I was 32 years old when my little brother, just 28, died suddenly from injuries he sustained in a fall while hiking in early March, 1987. I was surprised by the comfort I found in this Calvin and Hobbes series from the same month and year, where Calvin finds an injured raccoon and tries to save him, and how he articulated exactly what I was thinking about my own real loss: “But he’s not gone inside of me” and “What a stupid world.”

Update from a reader:

I also remember that particular sequence in C&H vividly. And the key: Watterson never shows us the baby raccoon. We fill that in emotionally ourselves, with someone or something we loved and lost.