Walker was my cuddle baby, happiest in the crook of your arm, snuggled in and just "being," no matter what you were doing. He loved his pacifier, his loopy on his blanket, Diego, dinosaurs, his big brother, his dogs, his parents, grandparents. The best part? Everyone who met him loved him right back.

Walker was three years old when he started complaining in September 2007 that his back hurt. It took 6 weeks for the doctors to finally find what was causing the pain. He was diagnosed with Ewing's Sarcoma/PNET, given a 91% chance of survival, and began treatment. He never complained; he just did whatever we asked. I told him once, shortly before his death, that I was so sorry he had cancer. He just patted me and said, "it otay mommy....I be otay."

Halfway through his treatment he developed heart complications due to one of the drugs he was being given. On April 11, 2008, I left the hospital early in the morning after a very long and restless night with Walker. He was sitting on the bed playing a video game with his daddy. Less that three hours later he was gone.