You are a part of my life. Grandma looking at Shawn and saying "It will be Ok, wait til you see David's baby" Holding you. Uncle Tony teaching you to play roller ball on the kitchen table at Grandma's and Grandpa's. Your mother at my door, holding you, blood running down your face from the gash you got on the swing. You holding Kelly for the first time. All the hours the three of you spent at Grandma's and Grandpa's. The way they thought that you were the light of the world. The way you terrorised your sister and Andrea. The night before your first day of high school when I tucked you into bed and sang you a song. The way you always stopped to say hello to your Grandfather. Your kindness when Joseph needed a friend and you took him in. You and I going through Grandpa's tools and picking out things you could use. Your laugh. The way you always said "Aunt Diana" like it was the best two words in the world. The last time I spoke to you.