Five years ago, I lost my 2 1/2 year old son Daniel Jr., in a drowning accident. Five years later, though the pain is not as intense, I still feel the emptiness from his absence. He never got to grow up and everytime my older daughter gets to a milestone, I know, it will be the last time we get to celebrate the event. However, my good memories of him are clearer now and sometimes images of something he did will come forward bringing a smile. Though he was only here for a short time, his little footprints have forever left a mark on my heart, and the hearts of many who I have shared his story with. Always remember, it is not the length of a life that matters, but rather the way they lived it. I choose to remember his smile and laughter. That is the way we should all live.