The greatest gift is being reminded you’re not alone. The Giving Tree has been stitched into our family story for as long as I can remember. Georgie read it when he was so little. That sweet, perfect tiny voice reading a story that means so much. We played the video of him reading it at his service, and it somehow became both a lullaby and a lifeline. The first time I went to visit him at his resting place, I was held up by my friends. We were also in the middle of deciding if we would be moving into the house we bought before he passed, trying to do the practical things in the middle of the impossible ones. We decided we wanted to. We wanted to be in the home he helped pick. Where he picked his room…I needed to mail a check to our contractor, and I asked the girls to drop me at a post office to buy a stamp. I walked in almost zombie like. The woman behind the counter asked what stamps I wanted. She said, “we have beautiful flowers… or we have The Giving Tree stamps.” I froze. And ...