One year on: 'I wake up thinking of him,' says Jonathan Pitre's mother

On a cherry tree next to Jonathan Pitre’s gravestone hangs a single glass angel.
The Christmas ornament — a gift from his aunt and uncle — is a metaphor of sorts for Jonathan, a boy who was at once fragile and full of light.
“I wake up thinking of him,” says Jonathan’s mother, Tina Boileau. “I miss his voice, but I’m lucky enough that I can hear it because he’s online everywhere: I can hear his laugh, I can hear his voice. But it doesn’