Sometimes, I think I see glimpses of Josh. Out of the corner of my eye, I think I see him in the hall or resting on the kitchen floor. His absence has left a big emptiness in me. My Josh. Sometimes I even dream of him. Well, I think it's time to take his memories and do something with them. I am not going to let his life be lived for nothing and his memory be wasted in my tears. Alright Josh, I hear ya.'