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?
Hospi-Tales 
Padraig has taken a road he has not chosen, and that has made all the difference. The poem is about a choice that Padraig did not have. It’s up to others to help him cope with with the burden of the load he must carry on his road , not having chosen. We have to help him regain control and ability to choose.
Ruth.
So true, Ruth. If you think about it, even if and when we make choices, life often does not turn out the way we expect. Pádraig does need that help you mention, together with others in his situation. That he (and they) are not getting this help, is an absolute scandal that is up to us to deal with (because nobody else will).
…respect…
It is unbearably difficult sometimes…