Today I walk the hallowed halls of Remembrance; down lonely corridors of Regret; forever wandering the endless passages of what could have been and what will never be again.

It is a house of Loss, precariously surrounded by encroaching grief and fear. I look around 3 years later and see small green shoots in a field of blazing destruction and I know that the harvest cycles will grow and renew. We will replant and build again. Some day the cobwebs that fill the house will give way and the windows will let open to wide expanses of sunshine and laughter.

But we never forget.

I wish I had held you tighter, my son, so that I could have filled the rest of my days with nothing but sweet memories of you.