Xander Reed Lowe

Baby boy...I am missing more each day and I can only pray that you are resting well. Memories of you flood my mind every day. I even think you are still here sometimes but then seconds later realize that you are really gone. One memory I will always hold precious to me is you bugging me when getting food ready to eat.  You always had to eat first and if not you would hang onto my legs and complain to me. The kitchen seems quite bare without you lil guy...you were always getting into the cabinets and drawers...that I truly do miss. Have fun in heaven and see you when we get there.

Love you always,

Mommy

It seems like only yesterday I came down to your house to to help daddy take you trick or treating.  I remember picking you up and you gave me one of those smiles I will never forget. They were countagious and lite up a whole room when you smiled I really think the whole world did smile with you.  Just after we started out trick or treating you feel asleep and you head fell slightly forward and all you could see was the scooby doo head...it was so cute. Looked like baby scooby in a stroller cuddled in a blanket. After we finished trick or treating we went back to ur house u were taking candy outta everybody's bucket but your own and the you were climbing all over everything like a monkey.

Later that night you came to the center with your mum, dad, Gracie, Hunter. You started running around the floor  and Scotch keep running up behind you and grabbing ur scooby doo tail and running was so funny. The last pic I took with you still makes me smile  scooby doo and a play boy bunny I will remember that and you for the rest of my life.

I am so thankful for every min i got to spend with and truly believe you left foot prints on the hearts of everyone you meet. I know Grandma Fran is watching over you now. I love you my lil Scooby.

 

when I would come down to the house to help mommy you would be sitting on the floor or in mommy's lap and I would walk past you to go into the kitchen.You would start crying really bad. Mommy would say"Aunt Shelley you didn't pick him up.  "You know he is your little boy." I would tell you hang on Xander then I would pick you up and everything would be ok.

 

I loved how you would climb into my lap or stand in front of me and with those eyes  That would say "Can I have bite Aunt Shelley?"

You were my "little boy" my pumkin eater I miss you very much. Now  you are my little angel having fun with Grandma Fran in heaven