...I remember when you were around 3 years old. We were having a BBQ at your
Grandmother Spencers on the back patio. Your grandmother bought everyone corn on the cob, and she cut your ear in two and gave you a half so you could handle it better. You sat there and big ol tears slowly welled up in your eyes.
You were upset because yours was cut in half and everyone else had a whole ear.
That is one of many dear memories I have of you. I have lost so much in our family over the years....but no one can take those memories.

....Love,
                Uncle David