I only wish that I got to know my nephew more. He was such an out-going fellow in the prime of his life.

I remember when he was five years old and he came over to the house with his mother for dinner. He sat at the table, looking up with his big bright brown inquisitive eyes, at the size of the turkey we were to eat. "Oh momma, we're going to eat that !" Stacy looked at her son and kissed him on the forehead and hugged him.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

I really miss my nephew. Why did he have to go . . .

I will always remember the good times.