He was my heart. He would tap me on my shoulder and hide behind my chair. He loved to fist bump and that made me smile. He would play jokes on me and we would play hide and go seek in the elevator. I send my condolences to his family. I will think of him often. I gave him a letter before he died.
My heart goes out to his father.
Rosemary Trippel, Lab Assistant at Children's Hospital