This story took place one January day after an ice/sleet storm the night before.  Nathan wasn't quite 3 years old.   My grandchildren, Jana, P.J., Nathan, Shellie and Randall were at my house.  I had bundled them  up and let them go outside to play.  The sun had come out and Icicles were hanging on  the shrubbery.  About 10 minutes later, I looked out the window and saw Shellie and Randall bringing Nathan inside.  Shellie had both his hands and Randall had both his feet.  I went to the door and asked them what was wrong.  Shellie said "Nathan was breaking off the icicles and throwing them at us".  I said "okay little buddy, I'm going to bathe you and you are going to take a nap, you might be the meanest little boy in Byron, but you're also going to be the cleanest".  So I bathed him and put him down for a nap.  About an hour later I went in to check on the little sleeping rascal,  I leaned over  and kissed him on his soft cheek.  He opened those  beautiful blue eyes, smiled at me and said "when I grow up i'm going to buy you a diamond ring".  I'll always remember those blue eyes.   He could just melt my heart.

Nathan, things are so different here on Earth without you, even though I know that you look on us from Heaven, it can never replace your physical presence, making us laugh so hard, always coming to my rescue, the pranks, the experiments you would try. Picking on me every moment. We had such a good time on Skype and World of Warcraft and I just miss you to pieces and I wish you were here it's been 6 years, and it still feels like yesterday I love you so much and I look forward to seeing you one day, not to soon. I have much fininsh in the Earth real, but one day I will see you again I love you so much.