My Nephew Curt

        

My dreams of you will never die.

I see your golden tousled hair gleam in the sun

Your smile as you hold your dear niece

and nephew close.

Then you hold your own sweet , blonde, blue eyed daughter who you love so much, close to you.

You make a tape with “Jingle Bells” for your shiny red

Convertible, because it is her favorite song,

and “I’ll be home for Christmas” because it’s yours.

You could not know that tape would play when your

parents drove your car back and forth to the hospital, when you were hanging on for dear life,

Your sister Dawyn with you for the whole journey.

Your parents could not help crying when they heard “Jingle Bells,” but It really hit home when they heard the other song, “I’ll Be Home For Christmas.”

They knew how much you  loved Christmas and would make an effort to come home, but not this time.

Their whole lives were changed, and the whole family was shaken to its core.

So many tears have been shed for you.

We love you so much Curt, and we always will.