Just one thing, in answer to your lovely posts about Where Wolf? - my son. He actually did find love again. It was something that began, with a foundation in a long, solid friendship this time, began as a relationship not long before he died. It was a wonderful thing, unconditional and secure and lasting. He was of course tentative and afraid to trust it but he was, more and more. It makes everything bleaker in one way that his life was so much on the turn but in another way, to know he knew how much he was loved is something. He was, and he knew. He is - loved - so much - always.