Blaine, as a child, was not only loved by his Grandpa and Grandma Hausch, he was adored. They waited with great expectation, for him and his sisters, to visit during summers at their farm. It was a time of tree houses, kittens, frogs, grandma's chocolate cake, garden carrots. Barefoot in the mud. There was a particularly unruly pony named Peanuckle. Hang on! Grandpa thought he had bought such a good one! Blaine was very loved as a beautiful happy little boy. This is part of where his journey began. May he rest in peace now. Our deepest condolences and love to his family at this difficult time. Our prayers are over you all. Much love, Auntie Debbie and Uncle Dan