I sit in the solitude of my office, shedding tears at work, sometimes at home, even in the car when the memories of joy about your life are squashed by the weight of my anguish and sorrow of your sudden departure. I breathe in and breathe out, waiting for the tears to turn to a subtle smile, thinking about that infectious laugh; your laugh. You know; the one that sounded like a really hard giggle that expressed the humor you saw in life. Like all the times we would reminisce about the “Cousins Club” or my profanity-laced monologues about any topic of conversation. So often, my pain turns to anger over “our boy Tyler” being taken too soon. I search for understanding that never comes, becoming lost and entangled in a forest of reality that holds more questions than answers. Knowing it is not for us to comprehend. Yet in this sorrow, your memories always outshine the darkness. Your light will never be dim, because you shine when I think about your jump shot, passion for life, and love of family. My tears give way to a smile thinking about the five year old boy sealing his swimming goggles tightly to his head in the pool, the ten year old boy catching crayfish from underneath a rock in a shallow stream, and the fifteen year old young man climbing mountains in the summer sun. In our sorrow, we talk of you often and think of you more. You will always be with us and our love will always be with your family. Uncle Jeff