Saturday February 2, 2008 my nephew Jacksen was in a car accident and we lost him. He was 16 years old, 17 in April. He is the oldest grandchild and carried lots of responsibility setting a good example and just being a great kid. He loves chips and salsa, movies, music, and carrying around his baby nephews and neices. He was always asking, "is Beck was in a good mood and can I hold him?" Right now it's still not real. Even as we all hang out in silence trying to figure out what happened. It seems like he's just away at a camp or hanging out with friends and at any moment he will walk in followed by a few teenage boys digging around in the pantry for chips and salsa and asking me if I've seen the lastest Spiderman and what I thought of it. I remember when he and I went to see Star Wars III at the midnight showing with his little brother Taryn and some other friends of his. He was so patient with me and my silly questions about that movie and so understanding even if I didn't like a movie that he thought was great, but he would try to convince me otherwise. So here's to my nephew Jacksen; I'm gonna miss you as much as you would miss chips and salsa. Love you buddy.