Sunday was the best and worst day of our lives, bringing Beckett home and learning of your death. I feel so terrible that you won’t meet Beckett in person but I know you saw him on video. Iris, I will miss not having you for “grandma duties,” to share all the joys with you. I know that Robbie will keep you alive with stories to Beckett, but from now on there will be a huge hole left without your presence.