Today he saw an older black gentleman. But it was just another big person that looked like you. Like him. Beautiful deep skin that matches the one he sees every time he looks down. He kept saying "bubba!" He thought it was you. And he was confused you didn't come sit to and eat with us. And he was hurt you didn't say hello to him. And he was sad to leave you at the restaurant.
We had to change your room. Not because you don't still fill a place in our heart and home. But for him. He needed freedom from the constant reminder and confusion. And honestly we did too. Because we love you still. A piece of our heart is gone. We can change the house. We can reopen our home. We can find happy moments. But that piece will always be gone. And life will always be different.