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Keenan James Douville. Our dear Keenan. One year ago you were taken from us and pain and suffering entered our lives. You continue to be a precious gift; we had you for almost 17 years. When our gift was so abruptly taken away, we realized how much we love you and how great you were. Only now we can't hold you and tell you. We wish for all the yesterdays with you. The search for happiness as the fundamental tone of our existence is over. Now sorrow is the tone; all we can do is remember you, we cannot experience you. Nothing new can happen between you and us. Everything is sealed tight, shut in the past. The world looks different now. Photos that once brought laughter of wonderful memories now only bring pain. There's a hole in the world now in the place where you were. A center, like no other of memory and hope and knowledge and affection which once lived on this earth is gone. A unique perspective on this world, which once moved about within this world, has been taken. There is no one who saw just what you saw, knew just what you knew, remembers what you remembered, loves what you loved; an irreplaceable person is gone. The world is emptier. Our son is gone, my brother is gone. Only a hole remains, a void, a gap, never to be filled. The loss is not just our loss and all who knew and love you, but yours Keenan: the loss of hearing music, of visiting friends, of soaring on skateboards, of being with family, of laughing, of watching nature, of smiling without braces, of driving without parents, of going to prom, of graduating from high school, of living independently, of marrying, of... . The world will NEVER be the same. Our pain of the no more far outweighs our gratitude of the once was. Forever is just not long enough to love you. We love you and miss you so very much. Mom, Dad, Morgan
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