I have some vague understanding that you were born a bastard child of a man with the last name McRae.  It is also rumored that you were beaten so badly by your step dad that people had to move you out of the home.  It's further rumored that your mom was involved in prostitution to explain how and why you were conceived.  Funny that you never spoke to me about these matters but always in a dismissive as though they had no relevance to your identity.  You are no longer with me and able to verify these stories that I share with my sister now but, I want you to know how extremely proud of you that I am.  Growing up in your home was like a fairy tale and since the day that I was born, I sensed that you were never fatherless.  The one story I do know to be 100% true is how I was conceived.  You repeatedly told me the story of how you could not get pregnant for years and years after you married Dad (Bill Stoutenger) and how you prayed and promised God that you would dedicate your child to Him.  You explained that is why I was named David from the Bible.  Fast forward to our last conversation.  You asked me the most profound question and a question I had never considered.  You said, David, what is the earliest memory of yourself?  In the middle of my shock, I instantly knew the answer and began to sing the song to you.  "Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so, Little ones to Him belong, they are weak but He is strong. Yes Jesus loves me, Yes Jesus loves me, Yes Jesus loves me, the Bible tells me so."  With tears streaming down my face, I kissed you good bye.  See you soon mom.  Love forever ~ David