The day you were born is imprinted on my mind more than most other memories. For some reason I wasn't at the actual birth I am fairly sure I saw you later that day. I remember coming to the hospital with your cousins Josh and Chloe and walking into the room where your mother was lying along with your brother. She looked like she had just given birth to two kids and had a C-section... oh yeah, she just had. She looked like she had been up all night and had a piece of her heart ripped out. Kingston laid on his bed next to your mother and the room was still and silent. Your brother had already ascended to Heaven before I got to hold him. When your mom asked me if I wanted to hold him I remember being very hesitant because I knew he had already left and I don't like to mess with the deceased. It was a very strange idea for me at the moment but when I picked him up and held him all of the skeptical feelings and strangeness seemed to disappear, and as I looked at him it was almost like he was still alive. Even though death was in the room there was still a very happy feeling that presented itself. After I put him back down and left the room I went to the lunch room, sat down at a table, and started to cry almost uncontrollably. I had been able to keep my emotions in until now but I couldn't hold them any longer. My mother came over and tried to console me only to have herself start crying. It was a sad moment even though I knew everything was okay.
The day of the funeral is also a day in my life that has more significance than others. I remember going to the cemetery and seeing the tent set up with chairs and a small hole in the ground. I started to cry again and probably didn't stop until the end of the services. I remember your great grandpa pulled up and I went over to the car to help him to his chair, and when we hugged we both stood there and cried. I don't remember how the funeral proceeded but I do remember the "Letter from Kingston" which was beautiful and I hope is in this book as well. I also remember one of your fathers good friends Scott playing a song, I think it was Somewhere Over the Rainbow, all I remember was how I could hardly see him through my eye fountains and how choked up Scott was becoming. Everyone was crying but they were good tears, happy tears.
Now that a few years have passed all I have are the memories. I like to think that Kingston is still around though, constantly connected with you, walking with you and keeping you on the path you need to be on. I like to imagine him in his perfect body walking with you and growing up with you. One day I wrote Kingston a letter and put it in a fire so it would get sent to Heaven, if you ever feel sad or that you need help with anything, I bet if you write him a letter and burn it he will help you with anything. Scarlet, you are a very special girl. You have an amazing life ahead of you. Whenever you read this book and feel sad, don't, because even though it may be sad, underneath lies the happiness. These are the memories of Kingston, not sad stories. Kingston is in a better place and we will all see him again. I love you Scarlet.
Love,
your uncle Nathan
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