Going into this holiday season, I wasn’t sure how my family would cope, being our first Christmas without Kyle. But—I don’t know how to put this in words—it was good, and I think it’s because we chose to remember him rather than mourn him. We pulled together and had sweatshirts made that feature his Pluvial Gardens book cover on the front and text from the poem on the back with his name and life years. We all put our shirts on and then went outside for a photo in the snow. I’ve worn it each day since. Maybe, I’ll give it a rest tomorrow—maybe.
My sister surprised her husband with this ornament—the photo
below was taken by my brother-in-law, Bob—a symbol of a father and son's shared passion for music, and he got her
a sapphire necklace, the stone for Kyle's birth month September. Very touching. Christmas 2013 for us was about a family that lost a very special member, about how we got knocked down but not out, how we took as much of the sting out of our pain as
we could, how we’re stronger now because he’s still with us in his words and in spirit. Always will be.
I hope all of you find some peace this season. From my family
to yours, we wish you the best of New Years.