Kents Christmas tree.
Some of you may know that my middle son was murdered in 2004. After all the funeral and taking care of his property we had to go home to Colorado and get back to our life. But we knew that the upcoming Christmas was going to be a grief stricken season with memories taking the place of happy times.
It has always been my wife that decorated our Christmas tree, not that we men of the family couldn't do it but she had her own way and her mothers cherished decorations so we just stepped back and let her do it.
Except this year my lone remaining son and I wanted to put some things on the tree to memorialize our son and brother. Nothing doing. So Trent and I didn't fight it.
It also happened that a Historic house in our city was having a "Old Fashion Christmas" celebration and as a Commissioner on the city Historic Commision I volunteered to help. The Commision sold little Christmas trees in a pot, live and transplantable. So as I was leaving on the last day of the celebration it hit me that Trent and I could have our own tree. I bought one and took it home. Trent and I decorated it with things that made us remember his big brother. Little motorcycles, cars. shotgun shells and lots of other outdoor guy type things. We set it up in the family room and put some presents to each other under it.
After Christmas was over we thought about tossing the tree, but decided to see if we could keep it alive through the winter. So we watered it whenever it looked dry and it made it till spring. We both decide it was going to get a place of honor in the very center front of our house and we planted it that spring.
Well, the little tree didn't do so good. The first year it lost most of it's needles and just barely hung on even with lots of watering and some fertilizer applications. The next year it didn't look like it was alive at all just a dead stick. We talked about pulling it up but both of us are stubborn males and we just kept watering it and hoping. The third year the little tree really tried and it had a couple of dozen new needles by the end of summer. The forth year we both had the tree on our mind when the snow finally melted in the yard and there appeared to be more needles coming in. That Christmas we decorated the little tree with lights and ornaments and even tho it was only 3 ft high it actually looked like a Christmas tree. Move forward to this year and the little tree with the big heart. It is now 7 ft tall and has full coverage of needles and full coverage of Christmas lights and ornaments. Just like the spirit of our son and brother did not die, his tree resurected and proved to us that our Kent will too.