We had a memorial for Cody Roman at our home on solstice.
The function was thick with friends and family. We ate ten pounds of red-salmon fillets, twenty pounds of moose, back-strap, rump, and shoulder trimmed tender.
Warmed by four burn barrels with cut-outs of objects and ideas that reminded us of him, we told stories about Cody Roman.
There were stories from high school and college, childhood and when last we saw him.
It was beautiful, really, and warm despite being cold in the darkness of December outside, huddled together around glowing fires.
Jazz said, He would have approved.
It was his kind of party.