Tanner was a 5yr old little boy with more life in him than anyone i ever knew. He used to call me every weekend and ask "Aunt Cisty is your caw fixied yet"? When i would visit before i could leave i would have to take him to the local total and buy him some gum then take him and i could leave becouse i took him somewhere.When he would see me get in my car he would say can i go woth you with his big smile and bright blue eyes(how could i resist).He loved big trucks and Uncle Franks paint ball gun,when he left us he took that gun with him along some big trucks and a pack of gum in his pocket,there was also a picture of his mother,little brother & baby sister who survived the car crash that took his life.