Transforming A Room

We dismantled Joe's bed. The one we spent so many hours sitting on the edge, holding his hand and talking. This bed has been where I kissed him good night since he was 5 years old. This was the bed where he decided not to do chemo therapy again, hoping that surgery would be the cure. The bed that I sat beside and the rest of the family slept on the floor before he moved into our room. I want to saw a bit of that bed off to keep beside mine.