I met you and your family in the summer of 1991 I believe.  I worked at the park (Herrick) where you stayed all summer and remember when Liz was nearly taken and I brought in police to search for the man who tried grabbing her out of the car seat next to you.  I instantly became friends with your family, though only for the summer.  I have always thought of you and your family throughout my life and it saddens me to see this.  RIP Dave (and Sue) you left a great impression on a young 17 year old that has lasted a lifetime and helped me to remember to always have faith in humanity, even if they are strangers.

When we were little we always went to this park in Wacousta on Sundays. It was our family day we would do different things. But the park was one of my favorite places to go.  There was this huge hill and in the back of the hill were woods.  We would all play War aka Hide n seek..  We would split up into teams.  Most of the time we would not find dad.  I remember one time he laid down and put leaves all over him self and we walk right over him.  He laughed at us when he finally came out.  The time mom ripped her pants off going down the hill.  
This park also has a stream that was right next to it.  We could walk right out to the center water was not to deep.  We would swim, fish, and play in the water.  There was even a rope swing down back in the woods we could swing off into the deep center.  So many memories from that park.  Dad would always tell us about the farm he lived on around there.  Oh how the memories make me smile...  

It was early Nov 2010.  It was about 7:30 am there was knocking at the door.. As I opened it my dad was standing there with tears in his eyes.  What is wrong dad?  He said your mom is in the hospital. I need you to go up there and sit with her until I can get ahold of work and let them know I will not be in.  I should tell you mom has lost her memory.  So do not be surprised if she does not know who you are.  In shock I got dressed and went up there.  As I got to the door of her room I saw her looking around confused.  
As she look at me she said who are you???  What are you doing here? I said its me mom Liz.  I will never forget the heart ache I felt that morning.... My own mom did not know who I was.....  My mom would never be the same.  She had been lost forever....

When I was a kid my birthday was just another day.  I can not remember having any big party and what not.  Although there is one thing that would happen every year... 
Dad work for Roma Bakery he would deliver all the breads and stuff to the stores.  Dad would pick me up early on my birthday and I would ride with him on his route.  No matter what place we went to I got a treat because it was my birthday.  Oh that was the best time I got to have time with dad by my self.  We would go all over the place and dad would drop me off at school just in time for the bell.  The one day a year dad made me feel so special.  He would always bring a Rum cake home from work with him.  Oh how I felt so special to get such a beautiful yummy cake.  Those are the memories I hold close to my heart...  When ever I miss dad I think of all the good times we had...