The little boy who was killed in the parking lot on Friday is my grandson. I say "is" because to myself and the rest of the family he will always "be". He was vibrant, intelligent, teasing, loving, and everything you could ever want in a son and grandson. He wrestled with his sister and loved to pretend he was a dinosaur, so he could "scare" his mother, sister, and father. He played tag with his Nana, and had just learned to stand and balance on my hands when I held him over my head. He was so proud he was able to do something scary that his sister was able to do. He loved working in his boots with his shovel in the garden with his Vovo and Grandpa. His dad took him to the zoo on his off days, and his mother was teaching him how to cook. They were going to Tim Horton's to get my grandson a drink, one of his favourite things to do, when they were hit. That ripped our lives apart, ours and many others, including the poor unfortunate woman behind the wheel of the van. None of us will ever be the same. We, as the whole family of my little grandson, wish to thank so many people, not just the many who have posted messages online, but particularily those who were so directly involved: The First Responders, the RCMP, even reporters, and the amazing Health Care Professionals at Ridge Meadows Hospital. They were unbelievably caring and respectful. For those of you that were inadvertently exposed to our anguish: store clerks, people on the street, pharmacists, and the woman in the large brown pickup who witnessed my brother, my son, and myself standing and crying at the accident site, and mouthed the words "I'm so sorry", you have our utmost heartfelt thanks for your care and concern. Your support is and has been generous and selfless. My daughter wants me to let everyone who stopped, that she saw that helped, the Manager at Tim Horton's who did CPR on her son, the woman who sat and held her until the ambulance came, the team of men who lifted the van off her son, the man who dumped his motorcycle and ran limping to help, if she saw you she remembers you vividly. She needs you to know that. She will never forget you. I would love to tell you my little boy's name because he was so much more than a little boy, but even his name wouldn't do justice to who he was and what he had a chance to become. I will let you know that his mother was hospitalized, not only for the trauma of losing her son, but because she has a badly broken leg that will require surgery. The operation will be postponed until after the burial service on Tuesday morning. She is at home now, surrounded by family and friends who have come from far and wide to be here for she and her husband and their 5 year old daughter. Thank you for the oppurtunity to let a little of my anguish show, but I needed to let everyone know that they are appreciated.