June, 8, 2005 is always a day I will remember.
That is the day we were overjoyed at the birth of another grandchild and
yet he was taken away too soon.  Little Logan would not be so little now.
A big 9 years old.  I drive to the Benjamin cemetary on occasion to let his
little grave site know we love him and miss him.  Yes, I can let Logan know
we miss him from the comforts of my home but it makes me feel even closer
to him when I go to the cemetary and where Kurt and Kristie do not live close
I hope it gives them comfort to know that we love and miss him too.
Happy birthday Logan.  Till we meet again...