Fixing up a room can be heartbreaking. We found things almost forgotten, from his trip to the Cape, a note with details of what he had planned to do after coming home. All of a sudden, memories turned into reality again.
Behind his bed, just over where his head would have been, hangs a sheet of paper with a poem.
You’ll probably know the last verse:
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
What can I say.
Pádraig had two visitors today, one of whom he had never met before and the other he had missed for a time because they were abroad. He shared one of his really nice broad smiles with them. What is it like to meet friends you had loads of fun with on the road less traveled?