It's just a reminder of the day you left, but there are so many MORE days to celebrate my memories of you.  And I hate even saying THAT because you are so much more than a memory to me.  When people ask me how many kids I have, I still respond "Three."  No explanation needed.  You were and will forever be my boy, and I love you the most.  Please give Gramma and Grampa a hug for me, and keep an eye on all of us.  I feel you in my heart so often, in a place reserved just for you. :)  I love you, honey...  Momstah xoxox

Hi honey:

It's still so weird to just write notes to you here, but it seems like this is the millennium version of visiting a grave site.  It's nice to know I can visit any day, any hour, and still see your smiling face. And on the second anniversary of the day you left us, I just have to visit once more.  So, this year,  Alex and Kris watched the Super Bowl together, and were commenting on how much you would have loved the halftime show.  But heck, I know you were probably enjoying it right alongside Tupac from the best seat in the house!  Miss you every day, honey... Love you the most, Momstah xoxox

I recently told one of my all time favorite childhood stories.  Just a normal day goofing around in the front yard of Evan's house when something- I'm thinking maybe it was a broomstick - falls over onto the other side of a brick wall. Hallie and I were probably 7 or 8 and Evan was probably 6 or 7 at the time.  Evan climbs over to get it (because he thought Alex (Joel) was too little, and didn't want him to get hurt and he wasn't about to let the girls do it). We had no idea the top row of bricks were loose.  Next thing we know a brick has fallen and Evan is on the ground with his foot bleeding like crazy. Hallie and I don't know what to do.  Thank goodness Dawn was immediately to the rescue. Dawn and my mom are rinsing off Evan's foot in the laundry room sink and realize he needs to go to the hospital and get stitches.  From out of nowhere Grandma appears and very assertively says "just put tape on it!" Our moms simultaneously shout "No!!"  

"Just put tape on it!" would be a life-long joke that made us laugh... crazy belly laugh, over and over again.  Evan - it has been years since we have spoken, but for me that will never negate the lifetime of memories, stories, love, and laughter.  My heart is broken, but I am confident that your grandparents and my mom welcomed you with open arms and are taking excellent care of you.  Rest well sweet Evan, we will miss you forever.

I remember the first time we met. It was summer vacation after middle school. And I think me, your brother joel and others were playing "rock fight" outside of my house and you and harman were walking up the street from my house and I think we introduced ourselves in the middle of the street. And from that time on we both experienced life moments in strides. Passing highschool, getting jobs, relationships. the whole nine yards. There are moments in time with you that I continue to look back and laugh so hard that my stomach hurts. The last thing I heard from you is goodnight bro. And me returning the same to you. I wish we could have played video games more, hungout more, spoke more. I know I shared pictures of my newborn daughter to you. But I wished you could have meet her. And she would have hopefully seen just how sweet and lovable you really were. You ran me over with my own car by accident. But I love you for lifting me out of it. We got arrested for a stupid reason. But I love you for experiencing that with me. You shared your poems and spit mad lyrics to me until I bobbed my head in delight at how skilled you were. And I love you for that. When it was just me and you kicking it together and getting into mischief constantly pissing off our parents. I loved you for that. You introduced me to rappers and artist that I never would have known if it weren't for you. And I love you for that.  I'll always miss you. And I'll always laugh when I look at photographs.  You're in my heart until I no longer last.