"The other day I was cleaning dust from behind the stairwell when I found
a old,stale cheese cube sitting there on the floor. I knew where it had come
from. My heart sank in my chest. I didn't want to throw it away, but I did."

I know how you felt when you found the cheese. You look at it with some wonderment - like it would still have a part of his soul in it because he had played with it.

But then the tears come and the pain takes over and you have to turn away - the loss is too fresh.