I remember how you would tell me that you didn’t really care that much for Christmas because I broke up with you during that time. I could never tell if you were saying it to make me feel bad (I did) or if you really felt that – ruining Christmas for someone is kind of awful. I remember that later we (I?) kind of laughed about it – I wish I’d handled that better.

I texted with your Mom this week – she visits your grave quite often and she makes you the most beautiful flower arrangements. She always sends pictures and she calls me by that name that only the two of you ever did & it always makes me smile. Sometimes she sends me emails & I read them in her voice & imagine reading them to you and laughing.

Time keeps moving, almost too fast. There’s so much I’d love to call and tell you. Sigh. Merry Christmas.

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