Hello Ryan, your black and white mini cars will always be at the front door waiting for you. For the times you took me by the hard and lead me to the famous "Biscuit barrel" and your mother laughing and looking out of the side of her eye and saying "you know what he's after" little monkey. Oh how I long for you to walk through my door, like you did for all those long months while I was ill. Oh Ryan I never thought you would be taken from us. You have left us with such fond memories. I think of you often with glee.