I think of my sweet nephew and you often. I will never forget when we took on the mall and make our own spur of the moment photoshoot as steak and shake. Walking with him during the down syndrome walk and then walking after him in the year that followed. I remember his love of doctor Seuss and painting the cat and the hat for his door at the hospital (though it was finished too late for him to enjoy). I remember being absolutely in love with that wondrous headful of dark hair, though he was no less handsome when the medications and his health made it go blonde. I remember what an amazing mother you were to him. You were given so much more than any woman should have been able to handle and no matter what you think, you handled it with grace and with nothing less than absolute love for your precious boy. Though the shirts I made for his walk no longer fit me, and the image of his face peeled off completely over the years, I made a point to wear it often. To invite conversations and share his memory. I will never forget you telling me when I cried through my apologies for not being able to be there before the end that your biggest fear was that it would be like he was never here.That he would be forgotten. I promised you then and a promise you now, so long as I live - he will never be forgotten.