Lee Ann Gantner
Christopher was my baby boy. He was a joy since the day he was born. If he knew I was upset with him for some reason he would bring me a plate of cinnamon toast. He knew that I loved cinnamon toast and he knew I could not resist his cute dimples when he smiled at me. When he had his own children, I brought all of the ingredients to make slime. He didn’t want the mess and objected vigorously. I over road his objection with a grandmothers prerogative. I captured this rare photo of his objection.
Oh, how I miss this child of mine. His loss has shattered my body and soul with pain and sadness.