Gone: The car I have driven for seven and a half years. My first "I'm a grown up" dog. Most of my beautiful bedroom set that I spent over a year researching before I found the "perfect" one. The cedar chest my parents gave me for my high school graduation. Can't even get into what saying good-bye to the house has entailed.
Hope: For the future, for Cole, for important people to recognize just how wickedly talented my husband is.
Faith: That we will find the place that is going to be the best for Cole, for school to provide for his needs, that we will make new friends easily.
Joy: That I can finally, after three years of trying, do something that is totally within our control to make a direct impact in Cole's condition.
Never Gone: The memories I will carry in my heart of family and friends and the time we spent here together.