As the date we hate yet it is branded into our hearts fast approaches us me ,for this is my personal thoughts yet open to any ,which is a odd sort of felling in its self ,two years and you are remembered mentioned by others for we don't stop talking about you wondering longing hurting ,striving forward in your name ,that sounds to grand Tylor for you are not on a pedastal ,your life had so much ,it feels like the gref try's to burn the memory's ,remembering when I said we could walk the dog in the dog field and there was no weel chair access that didn't matter we cut through the wood and I made a bridge across the stream ,we may have damaged your weel chair a little but like I have allways said there is no such word as can't , you were so proud to watch Syrus run round that field ,and at the same time worryed we would get cought , I allways felt it was my job to show you there was no walls , yet as you struggled and grew older I knew it hurt you when you couldent compete with your peers,you grasped life and just loved what you could do and you did it so well , goodnight my little worior xx