Christmas 2015 was my favorite Christmas with you.
You were the Clark Griswold of our street.
I even got you a Clark Griswold-esque mug that you loved. You drank the Starbucks 2015 Holiday blend in it. You are missing the 2017 blend. It’s pretty good.
In early December, you found a light up nativity on Craigslist and you had to buy it. It didn’t matter that it was in Scranton, PA. You had to have it.
So we drove to Scranton.
We packed them in. Complete with two bonus nutcrackers.
Of course on the ride home Joseph fell over and he wound up face to face with our daughter. She did not like it at all. I would have been freaked out too.
But it was all worth it in the end. #takethatgriswold
You had researched which streets in the Capital District had the best lights and we drove there.
We attended as many Holiday parties as we could.
Our daughter wanted nothing to do with Santa.
Christmas Eve was a bizarre 74 degree day in Upstate, NY. You insisted we drive with the sunroof open.
We spent the afternoon with our Christmas Eve crew at a local establishment. As usual, I brought buffalo chicken dip.
We went to four pm Mass with one of our bestest couple friends.
Mass was uneventful until after communion. The four of us sat down in our pew.
A loud cracking sound filled the church as our butts hit the floor.
We looked at the pew which was split lengthwise.
Everyone else in the church looked at us.
You lean over to our friends and me and say “Sh*t. We need Jesus the carpenter, not Jesus the Baby.”
We stand there as we wait for Mass to end to for the church to empty. People continue to look at us as they are leaving. After the church was empty, you put that broken portion of the pew up over your shoulder and march up to the altar and you explained to Father Bradley what had happened. Father Bradley listens and doesn’t seem phased at all. I guess after 40 years in the priesthood, he has seen it all. I wished I wasn’t so mortified and that I thought to take a picture but the mental picture will always be in my mind.
After Mass, we went home and you made Chicken Parm. After our daughter went to sleep, we opened our presents that we got each other.
That Christmas you and I went crazy. The previous year you surprised me by putting the confirmation from a cruise you booked in a box for me to open. You assured me that there was no cruise surprise. I didn’t mind especially you already booked our 2017 cruise. Though neither of us would go on that cruise.
You were very concerned that you couldn’t live up to the previous year so you finally bought me the sewing machine I wanted for years.
For years we couldn’t afford to buy each other presents after we shopped for everyone else. I was having fun making up for those years.
You told me that the $600 shoes you wanted were on sale for $445. Hint, hint. I took the hint.
(For those who might be side-eyeing the price, these would be shoes would have been resoled. He was planning to use them for the rest of his life, and ironically he did. But when they we were bought, we were envisioning decades of use.)
You admitted to me after the fact that you were worried I was going to buy you more gifts and your competitive nature couldn’t handle that so you did more shopping.
After the fact, we admitted that we were ridiculous and that this would be the last Christmas were we would do this. Even if it was fun.
I am beginning to have this theory that our souls know more than we do in our human form. I think our souls knew that this was our last Christmas and that we needed to have fun and do what we felt we needed to do to show love to each other.
Of course you insisted we leave out something for Santa.
Christmas morning was spent with our daughter opening up Christmas presents.
You also bought her a Barbie Power Wheels Jeep because you saw a good deal on Amazon. I told you that she was too young. You called me a “Miss No Fun.” We decided to save it for the following Christmas. You never got to see her ride it. My father and I did assemble it for her second birthday a month after you died as one last present to her from you. And I was right because even then, her feet didn’t reach the pedal.
We spent Christmas Day with our daughter’s Godmother, her now husband and their family.
We bought each other a bottle of wine from the same winery although they were more generous than us. We brought a peppermint pig and some coasters. We were so excited about those coasters because they were custom made. When our daughter was born, there was this mildly disturbing Georgia O’Keefe-esque artwork on the wall. Our daughter’s Godmother and you were confused and disturbed by the artwork. After she left, I suggested you take a picture and make it into artwork for her. You loved the idea so much that you took credit for it but I didn’t mind. Not a lot of people know that some of your material came from me. You always said you were the funny one but sometimes I could be funny too.
Ultimately you decided on coasters instead of wall art. The best part was that our friend forgot about the maternity room artwork and decided to be polite and say that they were lovely. Of course, she had a good laugh when we told her where the artwork came from.
And this ended up being our last Christmas.
There was no way we would know that this would be our last Christmas.
There was no way that we could have foresaw that we would take one last cruise in February and then you would would unexpectedly become critically ill and spend five months in the ICU.
We had no clue that we were so close to the end.
I have come to realize that unless someone is on their deathbed at Christmas that there is no way to know who will be there the next Christmas. A lot can happen in 365 days. My life changed 89 days after that Christmas and you were gone 240 days after that.
Even if I could have known it would be your last Christmas, I wouldn’t have done it any different. I was with you, our daughter and some of our closest friends. And we had fun and ate some really good food.
I am glad I didn’t know that it was going to be your last Christmas. If I had known it was going to be your last Christmas, I would have been devastated and unable to enjoy it.
Now I am embarking on our second Christmas without you. Some of the traditions have changed a little bit but I will be with the same friends. Christmas 2017 will pretty much run nonstop from Fri until Wednesday with my parents coming for New Years. So I won’t be alone without you.
It’s hard to be sad around our daughter. She is getting so much bigger and she is so excited for Christmas. She’s warming up to Santa. She won’t sit on his lap but she’ll at least stand next to him. It just breaks my heart because you were looking forward to her being this age. You were so excited about the kinds of conversations you were going to have. Every happy memory that we create is also tainted with sadness because you are not here.
Now I am reminiscing with the internet instead of with you. Even though the internet and blogosphere is filled with great people, I would rather be recounting these memories with you.
But at the end of the day, I have to say I am grateful. I am grateful that I have these happy memories. Even though your death broke my heart, I am lucky that I have these memories that are filled with so much love and happiness. These memories make me smile and laugh.
It’s my job to push through my sadness and continue creating happy memories for our daughter and our friends so when I am gone, they can look back on those memories with love and happiness.
Wherever you are my love, I hope have a Merry Christmas.