Open Letter To Mom - Wish Fulfillment

Merry Christmas, Mom,
Last year I wrote a similar letter which I copied for the purposes of updating it (blog entry Open Letter To Mom - Christmas, My Only Wish.

It's taken me a better part of a decade and a half to figure out why you loved the Christmastime so much when you were with us. Speaking of ‘with us’, can you believe that it’s been 18 years since your soul has been upgraded to another plane of existence?

For the years that followed, I upheld all the Bayne Christmas traditions. I started playing music on December 1^st, and kept playing until December 31^st. I continued to watch my Die Hard and Die Hard 2 movies within the month of December.

I digress.

This year I finally figured why you loved Christmas so much. And no, not because you were born and raised Catholic, either. I remembered every year you would have me crawl into the attic to drag down the tree, and decorations on the weekend of Thanksgiving – many of which you made yourself. You would start the Christmas music while we decorated. All very pleasant, but I didn’t realize or understanding the underpinnings here.

The reason why you loved Christmas so much was the potential for each and everyone one of us to be their best version of ourselves! In fact, it was so you could showcase your best version of yourself and carry that throughout the new year. This year I’ve been shown by three ladies that still embrace the Christmas spirit. They’ve show me that I can, too, be filled with it.

Even as I wrap my gifts (you know how much I didn't like it because I wasn't as skilled as you were with it), and working in retail (transferred to a warehouse), I was smiling. Yes, I was literally still smiling.

So my wish from last year's Christmas was to love Christmas as much as you and I did before you left.

It's been fulfilled.

Love you, and miss you dearly,

Your son

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