The worst part of all this?

It'll be three years ago the 19th that we arrived at LAX with Xander, and the only family we allowed to meet us at the airport was Sis - with a SpongeBob stuffie.

I can still see her face the moment she saw him for the first time.

She was wonderful. Absolutely everything I wanted for my son in a dear, devoted auntie.

And now he asks why we haven't been over to play at her house and when we're going to go next.

There are no answers. Well, nothing age-appropriate anyway.