Today wasn't as sad as I had expected, but most everyone had plenty of time to mourn. My brother did a lot better than I expected, but I think part of it was staying strong in front of my niece Little K. My sister-in-law Tiffany (the mother) took it hardest obviously, sobbing and looking like she never wanted to let Evan go. I think what made this death especially difficult is that Evan never got to experience life at all, no first breath, no first day of school, no learning how to ride a bike, no anything really. But he did get to experience one thing that nobody who reads this can claim. He left this world how he came into it; innocent and perfect.