Rees was an observer.  He often watched me intently, seeing what I was doing, taking it all in and almost never uttering a word.  A simple nod of his head, or a smile would confirm that he was assimilating his observations and forming a world view based on his perspective.  Rees went to bed every night with a smile and woke up every morning laughing and giggling.  Rees was pure joy, and that is not the rose colored ruminations of a father who is trying to remember his son in a positive way, it is the unadulterated truth.

Those who knew Rees will attest to his happiness and its contagiousness.  If sadness is truly the opposite of happiness, then the loss of my little boy represents the ultimate sadness.  I am sad.  I lost my little boy and I will never, ever have the joy of hearing his giggle ring … Read More