As I sit here thinking that tomorrow my grandson would have been 6 years old, it is hard to hold back the tears.
Our life was so blessed with him and in the 2 years he was with us we had a wonderful time together. Vance loved the beach, he was fearless. He would run into the water, lay in the sand and let the surf wash over him. Vance and Pop-Pop would play ball, throw sand and kick water at each other.
At home, his favorite thing was a plastic motorcyle he would ride up and down the street and we would look up in the sky for jets, (airplanes), that would come across making the white streaks.
He was a beautiful, happy little . . .

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