The Presents

From the time Kaitlyn was a little girl and throughout the rest of her life, she LOVED to wrap Christmas presents. And she didn’t just wrap the present, she created a work of art. She would get beautiful paper and the ribbons that you would make into bows and sometimes cut them up with scissors to make them twirl and just all sorts of creations. When I watched her wrap presents, she took the utmost care with it making sure that each fold was precisely folded and creased. Sometimes she would hang creative objects onto the bows and when she was finished with ANY gift, it was a beautiful work of art….always…never failed. You could just see the joy in her eyes as she so patiently and painstakingly created a thing of beauty. This was not perfectionism….this was the love of creating something beautiful.

When I would have to wrap the millions of presents I would wrap, they always turned out lopsided and one end would look different from the other end and not always even. Sometimes they would even be bunched up because I had too much paper. Then I would slap a pre-made bow with the sticky on the bottom which may or may not wind up in the right place. Kaitlyn would always laugh and make fun of my wrapping. She did not do it in a mean way, but she knew I was so inpatient that I just slapped it together as best as I could in a rush. I secretly loved it when she laughed at my wrapping.

Oh Kaitlyn how I wished I could hear you laughing at my wrapping now. But all those days of wrapping all those presents are gone now, but I can still see your face as you took joy in wrapping yours and your innocent laughter when looking at my lopsided present.

I miss you so much.

About gatito2

My name is Rhonda. I'm a registered nurse, for the last 20 years, that has not been able to work since the day I learned of my daughter's death by suicide 4-12-13. (She actually died 4-11-13 and her body was not found until the 12th) Me and my husband have been married for 32 years and he's a wonderful man. We grieve in different ways. He works, I write. This is my journey through this horrible land of losing a child..
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4 Responses to The Presents

  1. Heartafire says:

    This is such a tough time for you I’m sure. There is nothing of real comfort that can be said, I am thinking of you, be strong.

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  2. gatito2 says:

    Thank you. It helps some to do the ornaments.

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  3. jmgoyder says:

    These sweet memories are so good, despite the bitter taste of now. I think of you guys all the time.

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  4. gatito2 says:

    Yes, the memories are wonderful mixed in with heart wrenching grief. I just wish she was still here.

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