Jacko Kempero, I guess our days of playing hide-and-seek at the hospitals are over. I was so surprised you remembered my number and called me this last go around. No words can express the love I have for you. Chuck is so much like you. He hates people touching his hair, he says "healed" followed by a press on the forehead, and like you loves Jesus. Kemper is broken but one day he will see you whole, and you can show the boy how to play basketball. My life will never be the same since you entered, and won't be the same now that you are gone. I hope you are enjoying your brothers and sister, and I will mess with the ones still here. It was a honor to name my son after you, Kathy, Leah, and Isaiah. Roo n Simon had kids with me, who would have EVER thought that would happen. I will miss our dates we would go on and the salty pepperoni pizza we both had to give up to stay out of trouble. The time WITH you was the best part of our date time anyway. I love you. Thanks for loving me back, so well.