It's just a week or so until the second anniversary of Mr. Ralph's death. He passed sometime between 5:30 am and 7:30 am. I feel bad that I didn't sleep next to him that night. But I wasn't too far away .... It doesn't seem as awkward these days. And people don't say so many weird things anymore. Progress? I think so. As long as I keep him in my heart ... I will have him forever.