Didio leaving, by Samuel Barrera.
My good little man, my best boy, was born sometime in the fall of 1996 and died on the last day of 2008. These photos of him were taken at home and up at the cabin. He was the dearest, gentlest soul ever. I'll write more about him after a while — "after a while" meaning "if I can ever stop crying my eyes out." My good little lamb, I love you more than anything.