Sam sat quietly on the floor and dried his eyes looking up at the shampoo bottle placed back on the ledge in the shower unit.  It had only been a few weeks, it was too soon to begin to erase Brooklyn's things from his life and the home.  Sam knew that whilst her ordinary household things were still in the house he was open to the idea of her walking back through the door, something that he knew was not possible.

Sam sat and rested his head against the side of the bath wondering what Brooklyn would say if she was able to see and hear him right now.  He often had conversations with her, seeking her guidance when he was struggling through the day.

[i]"Oh, Sam!"[/I]

He imagined Brooklyn's soft voice comforting him as he tried to deal with the contents of the bathroom.  What would she want?  She wouldn't want him to sit on the floor sad.  She'd want him to deal with the situation.  Never forget her, always love her but move on all the same.  He and Louis had a life to live.  He heard her voice clear in his head.  It was a little disconcerting, but all the same he felt a warm glow that he had not forgotten the sound of her voice.

"I wish you were still here with us Brooklyn, but I know you're not.  It feels so wrong, just packing up your shampoo but I know we've got to move on."

"I wish I knew what to do honey."

Sam wouldn't do the clean-up today.  It could wait.  Louis soon awoke from his afternoon nap and Sam hugged him. 

"I've just been talking to Mommy, she's still here with us son.  She's always here as long we remember to love her."