If I could give you my heart, I would. My only child had a big heart. He would help anyone. He would pick up loose dogs and put them in his truck. I’m sure he wiped their paws after work. He was a carpenter. He would make his friends that rode with him put their work boots in the bed of his truck. He built his own garage all by himself. He could do anything he set his mind to. He fell down a flight of steps. A closed head injury ended the Gentle Giant. 2 ½ years later he took his own life. Every day is one day closer to you. Love, Mom.