Tristan,.. What a Beautiful, Brave, Kind,Loving,Sweet,Old Soul he was.. When he was little he had a lisp just like me. But grew out of it later. He was such a special boy. And as he grew older he still was.. Tristan had all kinds of friends, of all ages, and creeds. The type of kid/ (and into his teens.. Etc..) That you could take to a town of population 20 and suddenly make friends with all 20. He was very loving and careing. And if he loved you ... He truely loved you. he would even say you were his cousin . (heehee!) He would give you the shirt off his own back if yours was holey or you needed it. Even the shoes off his feet. If you knew Tristan.. You know what i mean. He was 19 when he passed. To gang violence. God please keep him close to your heart so that his Internal light of life may stay lit throughout Eternity.  Momma loves you Tristan. And there has never been any doubt in my mind that you didnt love me! He loved his Mother and brother and sister and family like No other !!!. Until we meet again. I know you will be waiting for me when it is my time.