Almost two years

Now that it is almost two years since Noah was hit the pain and grief is ever present, unrelenting and almost unbearable. I have to work very hard, every day to stay balanced. Noah would want his family and friends to prosper and keep him in their favorite memories. Occasionally I'll run into one of Noah's friends and they are all such sweet, nice people and it reflects on Noah like a friendly mirror.

Every memory is a precious treasure and I replay them over and over again. His pet rat, Pargart, his room filled with clutter and interesting things. The sight of him wheeling his bicycle into the back yard, his messenger bag on his shoulder and usually a flat tire.

He would call me when he needed a bike repair and I would drive out, pick up him and his bicycle and take him to wherever he needed to go. He used to come to my mom's house and sit in the living room with me and we'd watch one of his favorite shows together, MASH, The Cosby Show, The Simpsons. During those last few weeks, he stopped by almost every day, and I felt such a comforting calmness whenever he was with me. My sweet, darling boy.