a nephew if memory serves ...
my oldest son, who would be 50 on the 20th ...
was killed in a freak accident in 1983...a few months before his 11th birthday...pretty much upset the apple cart...after about 35 years, i could finally look at his pictures without getting crazy upset...i found one of the best tattoo artists anywhere....he did a wonderful wonderful job...i waited many years for that...i wear it with great pride...today, it brings me great joy...always near my heart!!!
life is tough sometimes!!!