Yes he did have a severe case of P.T.S.D. and it killed him in the end. He seemed so happy when he would come down from Moncton to my house n Sackville every weekend. He said he felt safe,
We would sit for hours and hours and laugh, as he definitely had his Mama's sense of humour.
He suffered so much, and seemed so out of place at times. I will not be telling any stories of his life, as they were all not so entertaining. He missed his Grandmother Balser very, very much, and had asked to be buried with her, which he was, along with the music box he wanted so badly from me. My own Grandmother Balser had given it to me, and it was a beautiful walnut wooden box with some godlen oldies that it played. May your sufferring be all over now, my beloved son. I will miss you forever.