I thought the hardest part of that Christmas was over.<\/p>\n
I was sitting on Adam's couch with Walter's old Santa hat slipping toward my eyes.<\/p>\n
My son was beside me, holding the black hockey puck his father had saved.<\/p>\n
Lily had curled up against his shoulder.<\/p>\n
Noah was on the floor, inspecting one of his presents.<\/p>\n
Everything looked ordinary.<\/p>\n
But Adam hadn't put the puck down.<\/p>\n
He kept turning it over between his fingers.<\/p>\n
The white tape was yellowed around the edges.<\/p>\n
Walter's handwriting was still visible.<\/p>\n
February 17, 2002.<\/p>\n
A date I hadn't thought about in years.<\/p>\n
Adam looked at the writing again.<\/p>\n
"Mom, did Dad really keep this where he could see it?"<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
"He looked at it often."<\/p>\n
Adam rubbed his thumb across the tape.<\/p>\n
"I always thought he was upset when I stopped playing."<\/p>\n
I remembered the day he told Walter he didn't want to continue.<\/p>\n
Adam was eleven.<\/p>\n
He had come home from practice tired and irritated.<\/p>\n
He said hockey wasn't fun anymore.<\/p>\n
Walter listened.<\/p>\n
He asked whether Adam wanted to take a break or quit altogether.<\/p>\n
Adam said he was finished.<\/p>\n
I remembered expecting Walter to argue.<\/p>\n
He didn't.<\/p>\n
He went into the kitchen and began putting away the groceries.<\/p>\n
At the time, I thought he was disappointed.<\/p>\n
Maybe he was.<\/p>\n
But disappointment wasn't the same as loving our son any less.<\/p>\n
"I think your father missed watching you play," I told Adam.<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
"But he never wanted you doing something just to please him."<\/p>\n
Adam was quiet.<\/p>\n
Lily leaned closer to the photograph.<\/p>\n
She wanted to know how old her father had been when Grandpa coached him.<\/p>\n
Adam told her he was nine in the picture.<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
"That's almost my age."<\/p>\n
He laughed softly.<\/p>\n
"Almost."<\/p>\n
Noah crawled across the rug to look.<\/p>\n
He pointed at Walter.<\/p>\n
"Grandpa looks younger."<\/p>\n
"He was younger," Adam said.<\/p>\n
Noah considered that.<\/p>\n
Then he asked whether Grandpa had been a good coach.<\/p>\n
Adam looked at the photograph for a long moment.<\/p>\n
"Yes," he said. "He was."<\/p>\n
I watched my son as he answered.<\/p>\n
Something about his expression reminded me of Walter.<\/p>\n
Not just the eyes.<\/p>\n
The way he looked down when he was trying to keep his feelings to himself.<\/p>\n
I had seen that expression many times during our marriage.<\/p>\n
Walter didn't always know how to talk about things that mattered.<\/p>\n
He was better at doing something.<\/p>\n
Fixing a cabinet.<\/p>\n
Driving somebody to an appointment.<\/p>\n
Saving an old puck.<\/p>\n
I understood that better now than I had when he was alive.<\/p>\n
Renee came over and sat on the arm of the couch.<\/p>\n
She looked at the photograph.<\/p>\n
"I don't think I've ever seen that one."<\/p>\n
Adam handed it to her.<\/p>\n
She studied the little boy in the oversized helmet.<\/p>\n
Then she smiled.<\/p>\n
"You were adorable."<\/p>\n
He rolled his eyes.<\/p>\n
Lily immediately agreed with her mother.<\/p>\n
Noah said the helmet looked too big.<\/p>\n
Everybody laughed.<\/p>\n
Adam was still holding the puck.<\/p>\n
I could see he wasn't ready to put it away.<\/p>\n
Neither was I.<\/p>\n
For years, Walter's collection had taken up so much space in our basement.<\/p>\n
I had dusted around it.<\/p>\n
Complained about it occasionally.<\/p>\n
Asked whether we really needed another signed photograph.<\/p>\n
Walter always had an answer.<\/p>\n
Usually one that involved a particular game or player.<\/p>\n
Now almost everything had been sold.<\/p>\n
Thirty-one thousand dollars had gone to Westdale.<\/p>\n
And the object that mattered most to Adam was a puck no stranger would have paid much for.<\/p>\n
That stayed with me.<\/p>\n
Patricia came out of the kitchen carrying a few glasses.<\/p>\n
She asked whether anyone wanted more water.<\/p>\n
Renee stood to help her.<\/p>\n
I watched them move around each other.<\/p>\n
Earlier that afternoon, they'd been crying in the laundry room.<\/p>\n
Now they were clearing the table together.<\/p>\n
Neither seemed entirely comfortable yet.<\/p>\n
But they were talking.<\/p>\n
I thought about how easily we might have missed that moment.<\/p>\n
If I hadn't gone to Westdale.<\/p>\n
If Patricia hadn't appeared at the serving counter.<\/p>\n
If Clare hadn't received the donation.<\/p>\n
So many things had come together in ways none of us had planned.<\/p>\n
I was grateful.<\/p>\n
But I also knew we couldn't depend on coincidences to keep our family together.<\/p>\n
We would have to learn to talk.<\/p>\n
Really talk.<\/p>\n
After a while, Adam put the puck back inside the shoebox.<\/p>\n
He arranged the photograph beneath it.<\/p>\n
Then he closed the lid.<\/p>\n
"Can I keep all of this?"<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
"That's why I brought it."<\/p>\n
He held the box against his knee.<\/p>\n
"Thank you, Mom."<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
I wanted to say something about Walter.<\/p>\n
Something that would explain how much his father had loved him.<\/p>\n
But I couldn't think of words that didn't sound too large.<\/p>\n
So I reached over and straightened the crooked corner of the shoebox lid.<\/p>\n
Adam understood.<\/p>\n
I think he did, anyway.<\/p>\n
The children were beginning to grow tired.<\/p>\n
Noah had stretched out on the carpet.<\/p>\n
Lily was still wearing a ribbon from one of her presents around her wrist.<\/p>\n
I looked at the clock.<\/p>\n
The afternoon had gone quickly.<\/p>\n
I had expected to spend Christmas serving meals until three and then returning to an empty house.<\/p>\n
Instead, I had eaten dinner with my family.<\/p>\n
I had worn Walter's hat.<\/p>\n
I had watched my son discover something about his father.<\/p>\n
I didn't want to leave.<\/p>\n
But I also didn't want to act as though the afternoon had erased everything that had happened.<\/p>\n
Renee noticed me looking at the clock.<\/p>\n
"Are you thinking about going home?"<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
"It's getting late."<\/p>\n
She looked toward Adam.<\/p>\n
Then she turned back to me.<\/p>\n
"I'm glad you came."<\/p>\n
I studied her face.<\/p>\n
She wasn't saying it because she felt obligated.<\/p>\n
At least, I didn't think so.<\/p>\n
"Thank you," I said.<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then she added something quietly.<\/p>\n
"I wish I'd handled things differently."<\/p>\n
I appreciated that.<\/p>\n
I told her I did too.<\/p>\n
There was no need to repeat the whole argument.<\/p>\n
We knew what had happened.<\/p>\n
The important thing was whether we would behave differently next time.<\/p>\n
Patricia offered to help me gather my things.<\/p>\n
I told her I could manage.<\/p>\n
But she came with me anyway.<\/p>\n
At the front door, she touched my arm.<\/p>\n
"I don't know how I'm going to thank you properly."<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
"You don't owe me anything."<\/p>\n
She looked troubled.<\/p>\n
I understood why.<\/p>\n
Four thousand two hundred dollars was not a small amount to somebody who had been facing eviction.<\/p>\n
And accepting help can be difficult.<\/p>\n
Walter knew that.<\/p>\n
He had told me more than once that people sometimes apologized for needing groceries.<\/p>\n
He hated hearing them apologize.<\/p>\n
Patricia looked toward the living room.<\/p>\n
"I thought I might lose everything."<\/p>\n
I put my hand over hers.<\/p>\n
"But you haven't."<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled again.<\/p>\n
I didn't want her to feel that she needed to keep thanking me.<\/p>\n
The money had gone to Westdale.<\/p>\n
The center had reviewed her application.<\/p>\n
She had received assistance because she qualified for it.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
I reminded her that the donation honored Walter.<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
"He must have been quite a man."<\/p>\n
"He was."<\/p>\n
Then I thought about his old Santa hat.<\/p>\n
"And he could be very ridiculous."<\/p>\n
Patricia laughed.<\/p>\n
I was glad.<\/p>\n
There had been enough tears for one Christmas.<\/p>\n
When I reached the porch, Adam followed me outside.<\/p>\n
The cold air caught us both by surprise.<\/p>\n
He carried my coat while I adjusted my scarf.<\/p>\n
For a moment, we stood near the front steps.<\/p>\n
Then he apologized again for coming to my house angry.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
"I know you were frightened about Patricia."<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
"But that doesn't mean you should have spoken to me that way."<\/p>\n
He lowered his head.<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
He put his hands in his pockets.<\/p>\n
Then he admitted he'd been thinking about the money as though it were already part of their future.<\/p>\n
They had looked at houses.<\/p>\n
They had talked about making room for Patricia.<\/p>\n
They had imagined having enough for the down payment.<\/p>\n
And somewhere along the way, the thirty-one thousand dollars in my account had become part of that imagined plan.<\/p>\n
Without asking me.<\/p>\n
I listened.<\/p>\n
It was difficult to hear.<\/p>\n
Not because I didn't want to help my son.<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
I always had.<\/p>\n
But Walter and I had worked hard for the security I now had.<\/p>\n
That money came from something Walter treasured.<\/p>\n
It wasn't a family fund waiting to be claimed.<\/p>\n
It was mine to decide how to use.<\/p>\n
Adam seemed to understand that now.<\/p>\n
"I shouldn't have assumed," he said.<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
Then he looked at the house.<\/p>\n
"I didn't know how bad things were with Pat. Not really."<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
He explained that he and Renee knew she had lost her job and was behind on bills.<\/p>\n
They wanted to help.<\/p>\n
But Patricia had kept much of the truth to herself.<\/p>\n
And Renee had been too embarrassed to tell me what she did know.<\/p>\n
I thought about the way Patricia had held her coffee cup at Westdale.<\/p>\n
I thought about her telling me she couldn't afford Christmas groceries.<\/p>\n
All that worry.<\/p>\n
All that silence.<\/p>\n
I wondered how many evenings she had spent alone in her apartment trying to decide what bill to pay first.<\/p>\n
Adam rubbed his hands together.<\/p>\n
"I wish Dad were here."<\/p>\n
I felt the words settle between us.<\/p>\n
I wished it too.<\/p>\n
Every day.<\/p>\n
But hearing Adam say it brought a different kind of sadness.<\/p>\n
Walter had been the person my son could call when something broke.<\/p>\n
A door.<\/p>\n
A shelf.<\/p>\n
A small household problem.<\/p>\n
He had also been the person who might have recognized the trouble we were all having with one another.<\/p>\n
Not because he was especially good at emotional conversations.<\/p>\n
He wasn't.<\/p>\n
But he would have noticed people pulling away.<\/p>\n
And he would have tried to bring them back.<\/p>\n
"I think he'd tell us to stop being so stubborn," I said.<\/p>\n
Adam smiled.<\/p>\n
"He'd probably be right."<\/p>\n
I touched his sleeve.<\/p>\n
"Let's not make the same mistake again."<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
Then he hugged me.<\/p>\n
I held him for a moment.<\/p>\n
He was taller than Walter had been.<\/p>\n
His shoulders were broader.<\/p>\n
But when he rested his chin against my head, I remembered the little boy who used to cling to me after a bad day at school.<\/p>\n
I had missed him.<\/p>\n
Not physically.<\/p>\n
I saw him regularly enough.<\/p>\n
But I had missed talking to him without feeling I needed to choose my words carefully.<\/p>\n
He stepped back.<\/p>\n
"I'll call you tomorrow."<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
"All right."<\/p>\n
He opened the car door for me.<\/p>\n
I got inside.<\/p>\n
Then I drove home.<\/p>\n
The house was dark when I arrived.<\/p>\n
I carried my things into the kitchen.<\/p>\n
There were still groceries from the shopping trip when Renee had called.<\/p>\n
Some had gone to Westdale.<\/p>\n
The refrigerated items Clare couldn't accept were still mine to use.<\/p>\n
I put my handbag on the chair.<\/p>\n
Then I looked at the calendar.<\/p>\n
The old Christmas invitation had a line through it.<\/p>\n
Beneath it was my note about Westdale.<\/p>\n
I stood there for a while.<\/p>\n
I could have erased the crossed-out words.<\/p>\n
I could have replaced them with something happier.<\/p>\n
But I didn't.<\/p>\n
Those words reminded me of what had happened.<\/p>\n
Not only the pain.<\/p>\n
The decision.<\/p>\n
The donation.<\/p>\n
The people who had been helped.<\/p>\n
And the unexpected way our family had found one another again.<\/p>\n
I left the calendar as it was.<\/p>\n
Then I went into the living room.<\/p>\n
Walter's chair stood beside the lamp.<\/p>\n
I sat in it.<\/p>\n
I hadn't done that often since he died.<\/p>\n
For a long time, the chair had felt too much like his.<\/p>\n
That evening, I settled into it and looked at the little Christmas tree.<\/p>\n
I thought about the thirty-one thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
I thought about the eighteen households Clare had mentioned.<\/p>\n
I thought about Patricia keeping her apartment.<\/p>\n
And I thought about the puck in Adam's shoebox.<\/p>\n
I had worried that selling Walter's collection meant losing another part of him.<\/p>\n
But something strange had happened.<\/p>\n
The collection was gone.<\/p>\n
Yet Walter had been present in almost everything that mattered that Christmas.<\/p>\n
At Westdale.<\/p>\n
At Patricia's table.<\/p>\n
In Adam's hands.<\/p>\n
And in the laughter that filled the living room when Lily asked me to wear his hat.<\/p>\n
I still missed him.<\/p>\n
I missed him terribly.<\/p>\n
But for the first time in a long while, the things he'd left behind didn't feel like reminders of an ending.<\/p>\n
They felt like things we could carry forward.<\/p>\n
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