Turns out he will carry he's grandfather's name. Sebastian John Marshall Torres. It's a nice, strong name.
My memories of Thanksgiving will always be getting dressed up, bundled up, and take an hour and a half long train ride to brooklyn with Daddy and Siobhan to be with our family. I honestly don't think he would have even made all those Thanksgivings trips if it wasn't for us but he knew that we needed to experience a family Thanksgiving done right so he took us. That was one of his best traits. He consistently did things that he didn't want to do because he knew in the end it would benefit someone else. I'm so thankful for that. Thankful for all the sacrifices. All the time spent. The memories formed. The bonds formed. The beautiful sisters he gave me. The love he gave me. I'm so thankful I got a chance to say goodbye, to let him know how much he means to me. I couldn't even tell you with absolute certainty how many Thanksgivings I spent with him in recent years, but I sure wish he was here for this one...
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