For the past week i have found myself spending a lot of time wandering aimlessly through the house looking at the oddest things - a basketball, his running trophies, an old hoilday snapshot - and thinking about all the carelessly discarded yesterdays they represent. The hare ang unexpected part is the realization not just that my son is not here but that the boy he was is gone forever i would give anything to have them both back. But of course that cannot be. Life moves on. Kids grow up and move away, ang if you don't know this already, believe me, it happens faster than you can imagine.