Thanksgiving 2007. I was at my mother's house that Thanksgiving, my sister and her family came over with her husband and two kids. Her son had gotten sick in the car, some kind of stomach flu. He kept throwing up all day and we tried to make the best of it but someone was always taking him to the bathroom or cleaning up the floor when we were too slow to make it to some form of sink or toilet. After dinner everyone else was in the kitchen and I was in the living room sitting in an arm chair and the sicko was lying on the floor beside me. We were watching TV and I could tell he was tired. So, I reached down and just put my hand on his head, slowly brushing his hair. I looked down and he closed his eyes for a few minutes. Then he opened his eyes and looked at me. I will never forget that soft look. He passed away a few months later at the age of two.