I remember

white tux for 5th grade graduation

I remember that inch worm crawl you had as a baby.

I remember what a happy baby and child you were.

I remember how you insisted on a white tuxedo for 5th grade graduation. And then wanted to wear it again for 8th grade graduation when the pants were way too short.

I remember how much you hated braces.

I remember hearing that on gag night at the the close of the play Hairspray, you hid in the “dumpster” naked, out of site of the audience, making it hard for your fellow thespians stay in character.

I remember how you …