Not too long ago I read a book about the dead. It said that as long as there was someone alive to remember them, they went to another place, living out a happy life waiting for their friends and loved ones to join them. This weekend, my little man joined them.
Whether the days were light or dark, he was always by my side and in my heart, and I would not be the person I am today without him. I only hope to one day be as good a person as he thought I was.
Remember him well.
Grendel 1994 – 2008
