In loving memory of Tyler Anthony Davis April 28, 2006 — June 24, 2007

Ty-Ty,

It's so hard to believe that Christmas Eve will be six months without you.

Each day we wake up hoping that this is all just a bad dream, that you are not really gone.

We stare at all of the pictures of you from your first and only Christmas here with us.

We were thrilled last year on Christmas when you came to our house first thing in the morning to open all of your presents.

Watching you and Riley open your gifts together will be an everlasting memory.

Words cannot express how much we miss you, your beautiful smile, your big brown eyes (just like your mommies), and your contagious laugh.

Aunt Julie misses your big kisses the most;

Oh what I wouldn't give for one of those now.

Riley misses his best friend;

he loved how you always wanted to do everything just like him.

Although we are unable to physically spend Christmas with you this year, we will all be together at your grave, opening the gifts that you should be here to open yourself.

We have to believe that you are up in heaven today celebrating your second Christmas with all of the other angels, flying high and watching down over us.

So Chubbers, on this day we do wish you a Merry Christmas, until we can meet face to face again.