Sometimes there is something that just reaches deep into me, it grabs and twists everything inside. It is knowing that while I am in this world I will never see my Bryon. What I would give to be waiting up for him to come home from work, to hear one of his silly jokes, to just hear his voice, to see his face.

Marj and I have decided that we are going to put the lights on our tree this weekend. Charles is going to help us as the tree has grown a lot this past year. We want the lights all the way up to the top. This tree started out as the Tree of Hope, since we have lost Jim,Gord and Bryon it has become the tree of Rememberance. It holds a special place in the hearts of those who are left behind. It brings some comfort to me, I like to think that the lights can be seen from the heavens.

The house is too quiet, there will  be no motorcycle pulling into the driveway.

Behind the moon Pooterbear.