When I was a teenager, my cousin used to babysit the cutest little blonde headed boy named Casey.  I used to spend alot of time over at her house, and I would play with Casey, hold him in my arms and rock him and pretend he was my baby.  I loved his chubby little baby arms and cherubic face.  I must have kissed his cheeks a thousand times!   When I grew up and married, I had a little baby boy --blond headed and adorable, just like Casey!  So I was very shocked tonight when I read Casey's obituary. The tears sprang to my eyes as I looked at the picture of the handsome man he had grown up to be, dead at the young age of 34.  He would have been way too little to remember me, but I will never forget him! Rest in peace, my precious boy.  Maybe we will see each other some day...