4 Friday, November 30, 2018 brooklintowncrier.com Tiny footprints on my heart On November 15th, my brother and his wife had a beautiful baby boy, their first child. All of us had been anxiously awaiting his arrival and I couldn't wait to hold a baby again. The grandparents were so happy to have a new grandchild to spoil, especially at Christmas. My daughter was super excited about having a new cousin. "I'm going to teach him how to skate and play hockey," she said, making plans to share her favourite sport with her cousin. Those plans will have to wait. Her tiny cousin passed away after just six days. When we received the sad news, he was not going to be with us long, we raced to Ottawa to be with our family. We explained to our daughter the harsh reality and said we would treasure every moment we could have with him. At the hospital, she slowly walked up to the baby lying in the tiny bed and peered over the side. "He's so tiny," she exclaimed. "And so cute." Then she went over to her aunt and uncle and hugged them. "I'm so sad," she said. For the next eight hours, she spent precious time with her cousin, showing a maturity way beyond her nine years. She read him stories including her favourite baby book Brown Bear, Brown Bear. She sang him Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. She covered his tiny toes when they felt cold and helped her aunt by fetching water and blankets when she was thirsty or cold. That night, we talked about how the baby would soon be an angel. "Maybe he will be a Christmas angel," she said thoughtfully. The next day, she gave her aunt her own angel necklace, saying, "Here's an angel so you can always have your angel near you." The moment reduced everyone to tears. After our angel was gone, she expressed guilt for looking forward to her weekend plans of hockey and sleepovers. But we explained how baby Hudson would enjoy watching her do all the things she loves from Heaven. That night, I heard her talking to him. "Guess what...I got a part in the school play..." It's times like this that remind us how precious our kids are to us. Even the smallest moment can be treasured and live in our hearts forever. Safe travels, little one. Brooklin Heritage Society By Brian Wick Brooklin's first newspaper Donald Wick moved to Brooklin in 1948, living with his family on Coronation Gardens, and attended Spencer Public School on Columbus Road. As an adult, he started a printing business from his home, which evolved into The Brooklin Bulletin, a critical monthly newspaper during the time when Brooklin's first new subdivision, Meadowcrest, was under construction. Shortly after starting the business, he married and settled on Montgomery Avenue. Sixty years later, the company is still going strong, under the direction of sons Brian and Keith. Don and family also started The Video Image in 1982, a 25-year legacy in downtown Brooklin. As an avid volunteer, he served as Spring Fair president and also spent time growing flowers for the Baldwin Street gardens. In July of 2014, Don and his wife Aldine were honoured at the Ontario Volunteer Service awards for 50 years of service with the Brooklin Horticultural Society.