George; I try to talk about him happily, but it just makes my mom cry. It makes my dad go silent and upsets my little sister. So I try to keep it to a minimum.

There is no moving on from this. This void is never going to heal.

Lynn; I moved in only a few months ago. We packed his things up (his clothes, private journals, etc) but I wanted his books and his instruments. I think it is just getting to a head because its nearly been a year. I feel like I am a shadow here.

He was terminally ill, an infection got to his heart. He had a five year outlook but. well. We found him dead on the floor instead.