You were a child of half my husband, a child of such promise, a child who, given the chance of growing and learning could have become something greater than your 4 years. Due to family conflicts you were deprived of a wonderful grandpa, and a wonderful great-grandma x 2, deprived to the extent that your parents and family could not even find it in themselves to let us know that you were gone. Night night Zander, your grandpa and I loved you, even though you were never allowed to know it. Your grandpa and I loved you. And we love you still.