December 18 – Greg’s Birthday
He gave me this ornament in August, which is why it matters.
Christmas was never really his thing – too much, too loud, too expected. But that day,
in the ordinary warmth of late summer, he handed me something meant for a tree we weren’t even thinking about yet. “I saw this and thought of you.”
That was Greg. Not sentimental for its own sake, but thoughtful. Intentional. Choosing meaning over tradition.
Now the ornament lives differently. It no longer waits for December. It carries August light, a quiet moment, his hand placing it into mine.
This year, it isn’t about Christmas at all. It’s about his birthday. His first birthday in heaven.
A small ornament holding a great love – a son who gave a gift simply because he loved me.
Happy 1st birthday in heaven, Greg
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