After Olivia died, more than 3 1/2 years ago now, I vowed to her and to myself that I would never let anyone forget her. Pictures of her stayed on the walls in our house, her bedroom door was left open at all times (even though it was starting to become cluttered with cards, gifts, drawings, and legal documents). Erick, Ainsley, and I will watch home videos from time to time.
I've heard that some people who have lost a child can go in the exact opposite direction than where my grief took me. I was told a story of a couple who had lost their 18 year old daughter in a car accident while she was in college in Florida. After the funeral and "normalcy" returned to that family, the husband had requested that all pictures of his beautiful daughter be removed from the walls and no one should even speak of her. Understandably, It was too painful for the father. I'm not judging. We all handle grief in our own ways.
I on the other hand, can't get enough of Olivia. She is a part of everything in me. Since our fist Christmas card without her in 2012, she was still on the card. She IS our family.
Now, it's our 4th Christmas without Olivia physically here but she certainly is present. I have an ornament that looks like a red velvet envelop. It's addressed to the North Pole and inside of it is a hand written letter to Santa Claus from Olivia. I read it every year that I pull out our decorations and then carefully fold it back up and clip it back into the ornament. She asked for a Go-Go Walking Puppy that year. Santa obliged and it's still here with us.
This is the 3rd Christmas that I've gone back to hanging our stockings by the chimney with care. All five stockings hang on the letters that spell out the word PEACE.