You know Uncle Seth because since you were born, he and Auntie Tanya have come up to Maine to visit you and us every year. Usually in the Fall...when the leaves have turned their brilliant golds and oranges and russets. We've gone pumpkin picking together...and to the fall festivals in Damariscotta and Freeport. We've eaten at Cook's Lobster House and gone fishing in Harpswell. We flew wooden airplanes on playgrounds and went for a coastal hike with Gabby. These are the memories we have...that you have...and that I want you to keep forever.
We didn't know how to tell you this devastating news. When Auntie Tanya came up on the fourth of July weekend, we decided to tell you together...because inevitably, when you knew she was coming, you immediately asked where Uncle Seth was. I'm not sure you understood at first...and why would you? As I suspected, you needed some time to process it...and we talked about it more the next day. I'm sure you'll continue to ask questions, and well you should...but know that he loved you and we have these few but lovely photos to remember him by. Always remember.