'Twas the Night Before Christmas

My Mom (Martha Hewett) and I have been trying, individually and collectively, to come up with something to say about the holidays without Harrison. After trying and getting too upset and quitting and trying again and going too deep and throwing in the towel, we've come up with something a tad more simple:

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Something wasn’t quite right, it was quiet as a mouse!
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Harrison soon would be there…

We desperately wish Harrison were here, but unfortunately we can't change his absence. We are thankful for the time we had with him and we would like to point out a few great things that have come about because of his death: sobriety, Bike & Build, and the Faith Home dormitory. We are thankful also for the relationships that have been formed or strengthened since.

This post isn't what I want it to be. At all. But it's all I can muster before getting fed up and aborting the mission again.

Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again--my Savior and my God!
Psalm 43:5

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!