It's my turn this year to buy the memorial ornament for our tree. Last year it was my turn to donate to a charity in memory of Nate. I wrote "In memory of Nathaniel Prindle" in the memo field of the check. Looking for an ornament brings that difficult time back to me.
"In memory of...", how incredibly difficult it is to get your hand to write those words, followed by the name of someone precious to you.
"In memory of...", doesn't give justice to the fact that your memory is of a laughing, crying, breathing human being, not just a photo snapshot in your heart.
"In memory of...", how the very fibers of your soul fight against writing these words.
"In memory of...", how the thought of doing just one thing differently in your past can give a jolt of excitement, as if the past can be undone with an idea.
"In memory of...", how very odd it feels to have a little boy so alive and active in your head and heart, though forever paused at 2.5 years old.
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