He is still in my thoughts every day.
Will he always be?
Will there ever be a morning when I forget to smile as I remember his daily greeting, "Auntie Cathy, good morning?"
His laughter echos in the hall.
There are still so many signs of him here...
The blanket from Shriners that wouldn't fit in his suitcase.
His stuffed animals that he left behind.
A drawing he made for me found under a stack of papers.
I miss him.