He was a month early getting into this world. Almost lost him at the first breath and had to touch his foot instead of holding him. He was very fragile and was flown in airplane to Mt Zion Hospital in SF where they worked very hard to keep him alive. Thankfully he fought his way back home to us and was so much fun. He was admitted to hospital three times a year or so with RSV and pneumonia and that was until he was about five. I’m so blessed that he was my son in so many ways. I loved his teasing and joking around often saying “Hey old lady, I love you”. God bless you my silly Dusty! Your leaving still has my heart broken