When Alan and I were kids he use to play what we called The Easter Egg Game. The "Eggs" would stand on the porch and mentally think of a color. The "Rabbit" would stand several feet away and and name colors until one of the "Eggs" started running for base, or the "Basket". If the rabbit got you before you reached the basket you became the rabbit and the rabbit became an egg. My little friend and I LOVED that game. So much so that years later I taught my own children the game when we had neighbors over. I told Alan this and he laughed, saying "You know, I made up that game so you guys would leave me alone." Being a girl, and 4 years his junior, I have no doubt that was the case. Yet not once in those carefree days of youth did I get the impression I annoyed him, though I undoubtedly did. All I knew was he was my older, smarter cousin that could do super cool stuff, like learn magic in mere minutes after getting a magic kit for Christmas. (Because we were NEVER going to stop our Grandmother from giving Christmas gifts, period.) What makes this memory odd is I haven't thought about it in years — Not since I mentioned it to Alan. Yet on Dec. 24th I was a my friends house, the one who played The Easter Egg Game with me, with and without Alan present. And this memory came up — Only to learn that at that very same time Alan's life was being cut short. As is always the case when a loved one is lost, I have lots of regrets. But I do know that Alan was happy. He loved his wife and his boys. And he seemed to be very good at both, Husband and Father. I only wish I had not taken time for granted and seen more of him over the years. May his wife and boys find comfort in the knowledge that they brought so much joy and peace to his life, for so many wonderful years, despite it truly should have been countless more.God's Speed Alan. My the love you have sown multiply tenfold with each generation. Sincerely, Your annoying little cousin, always, Phaedra