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As a geeky aunt I'd transform the house into a perilous treasure hunt with traps and spiderwebs. We get our geekiness from grandpa, he turned you into mini Indiana Joneses, Supermans, and Tarzans.
You learned how to cook your favorite scrambled eggs and toast. I even let you dress in a bowtie and suspenders on the beach so you can be the 11th Doctor. Despite my fear that you'd faint from heat stroke and looked more like "The Face from Steeplechase" at Coney Island.
We bowled, played arcade games, and ate lots of ice cream and pizza. (God I miss New York Pizza!) I took you to your first movie in the theaters. TOO MUCH HOMEWORK! But we did it, with timers and action music.
On my many broke days we played with toys at home and you became addicted to funny youtube videos. I'd always wondered what you were thinking as you watched those happy, silly fathers take pies in the face with their kids. Grandpa, Grandma and I have done our best to fill the void and embrace what he didn't. Two precious boys.
I still have the playlist of all your favorite songs and instrumentals for your action figure games. We'd run around the house and I transformed into Daleks, Weeping Angels, and an assortment of aliens. As River Song, you invited me into your Tardis and gave me a juice, candy, and biscuit party.
I cleaned your cuts, wiped your bottoms and your tears. Smothered you with hugs and kisses, let loose my discipline and tried to teach you right from wrong, love for God and people. I could fill a large volume with all we've doneand sadly all that we haven't. Time slipped away from us, and circumstances always conspired to get in our way.
You may never know all my tears and heartache for you. I'm sensitive that way and I know that you have long, deeply emotional roads ahead of you. So I pray that you'll stay close and protect each other. I don't think I'll ever have children of my own, but growing to love and cherish "my boys" is more than enough to satisfy me for the rest of my life.
In the words of the great 4th Doctor "Don't you forget me."