Bubbe died about six months ago. It's been along time ago, about 20% of Lewis' life actually. I often wonder how much he'll remember her, or if he will. But tonight, as we were playing in the basement he saw Emmit walk by, Bubbe's cat. He remembered how much she loved him and then said thoughtfully, "Papa, what if Bubbe could transform back into real life?" That would be really great, Lewis.