I have hundreds of beautiful memories of Ethan. To list a few; his first family holiday abroad in Spain, the time we took him to Formby Beach in his last week with us, his first words, walks, and his his first smiles all fill by heart with happiness. There is one memory for me, that stands out above all the others. Ethan started nursery around the time of his 1st birthday. Twice a week he would be dropped off by me or his mum and picked up a few hours later. He never slept there like the other children. Instead, his relentless engery kept the nursery girls on their toes as he played with every toy he could get his hands on. He made many friends and at Christmas time he got more cards than the two of us put together. The memory that means so much to me happened about a month or two before he died. It would have been a tuesday morning as Clare had gone to work. He walked up the steps holding me by the hand. Once we were in, Ethan hung up his coat and everton bag on his designated clothes peg. As we passed through to the main room, he was surrounded by 3 or 4 other children. One of the boys shouted out "yeah, Ethan's here." 3 simple words but i was filled with overwhelming pride. It told me that my son was popular and well liked by his friends. Many of the other memories were created by us as parents. Had we not taken him to the beach, we wouldn't be able to cherish those moments. Had we not taken him for a day out in Liverpool, then we wouldn't have taken so many wonderful photos. This memory was Ethan's gift to me. It told me that whatever hapened behind the closed doors of nursery, he must have been doing something right. It told me that he was independent, popular and most of all, cool (just like his dad). Most of all it filled me with confidence, knowing that Ethan was a strong character and that he would be fine growing up in the world. I left him behind and walked out with the biggest smile on my face. A simple memory, but one that will stay with me forever. I will love (and miss) you forever my Son. Dad xxx