What is left behind is a faded blue puppy given to him by a volunteer on one of his too frequent stays in the hospital, several small wooden trucks, a Snoopy pillow case and boxes of photographs.
Over the years you wait for the pain go away but it never does.
It just changes.
It shifts from day to day and year to year and becomes something different, sometimes better sometimes worse.
And you manage to get through the days...at least most of the time.
You hold on tight and breath and even though you are not the most religious person in the world, you pray a lot.
And if you are very lucky you make it through to the moments when you remember things without the pain and you smile...and then you cry again and that's okay.
Have a wonderful Weekend...
Noodle and crew