We woke up, and remembered. Davis quietly asked me, "How long will I feel like this? A year? Two years?" We are mourning the loss of Tim Andreoli's youngest brother, Steven. Steve, thank you for being the uncle that always wrestled with thekids (too rough), thank you for being the brother-in-law who always called me pretty every single time you saw me (since you were sixteen), and thank you for being the brother (and only one on earth) that could quench Tim's competitive spirit--by playing Monopoly Deal, ping pong, Dominion, basketball, disc golf, volleyball and every other game or bet the two of you could find--most often right in a row. You are missed, thoroughly and completely.