Beckers, I can only write this today. As in the month of May, you were gone to soon. I reflect, try to come to terms with the loss... that tore us all apart at the seams. You my beautiful little freckle faced redhead, would have certainly grown to be a force to be reckoned with. That makes me smile, your laugh and telling me jokes, the little gifts you gave to me, all around my house, the secrets you told me. My little buddy, my little person. So adult in some ways, and the things you seemed to know before they happened. I will love you till the end of my time, I think you will be there with my Dad to meet me. I miss you always, Grandpa misses you too. He try's not talk about you, it makes him cry. But we all still miss and love you. Love forever, Grampa & Grama K.