Dear Little Harry, I remember when we were very little and you were wearing casts on your legs like a spica cast and we played a game of running up to you and you would give us big bear hugs. Then we would run away and do it again and again and we were all laughing. I am also so happy i did get to see you at grandmas 90th birthday. So good to see you then. Fly high with the angels Harry.

There was the time three bullies harassed  me all the way home.  When I got there you (all 80 pounds) came out.  You were so angry, so protective... that they retreated in dismay.