Whenever I stop and really think about J.T. and try to truly focus on what feelings his memories invoke I continue coming to the same conclusion… the feeling I get is complete. I have had so many emotions since his loss anger, confusion, desperation but the one feeling I long to feel, complete, only happens in my mind. When I close my eyes and remember…waking him up, doctoring his hurts, kissing those little chapped lips I, if only for a moment, feel whole again.