Anyone who spent time at the old playground at German Central Elementary may remember the hill where we use to play football and other games beside all the equipment. They may also remember a certain piece of playground equipment that was a long half tube cemented in the ground made out of bars. One day, Chris and I were sled riding on that hill, not sure if we were on break or out for a snow day but we decided we were going to sledride down the hill and through this so called "tunnel". Since it is almost impossible to control where you are going, I was sure we were going to miss it completely or crash into the one of the bars, but we did it anyway. He laid down on the sled and I ran and jumped on his back to propel us forward and we flew down the hill and amazingly we were perfectly centered when we got to the tube. The only problem was with me laying on him and him laying on the sled, we were about 3 inches too high and I hit the top bar headfirst and stopped dead while he kept going right through. I don't know how I didn't get injured more than I did, but we laughed about it for hours. If only we had it on video... 

It was completely ironic that on this one year anniversary, I chose to make my homemade sauce and meatballs. As memories ran through my head all day, and tears continued to fill my eyes, I was frying meatballs and a smile came through the tears, as I remembered the last time I had made sauce for you. I know I had made 2 dozen meatballs and you were eating them quicker than I could fry them, and none of them made it into the sauce...And the "shit eating" grin you had on your face the entire time. Miss you so very much...Love you, always.