I rarely blog anymore.   I don’t have a story to tell anymore. And that’s because I don’t have a son with cancer anymore.   My beautiful boy who captured so many hearts died six and a half years ago.   But three weeks ago, I found myself with tears in my eyes and as our seventh (!!) annual Mess Fest fundraiser is approaching, I thought it would be an appropriate story to share.   Alexandra Garcia – Alex – was just a little girl when Ty was sick.   Her brother Michael was still a toddler.   I didn’t know her or her family, but Alex’s mother is such a deep and caring person that she injected herself into my life and I am so grateful for her friendship ever since.   This family travels for hours from their home in Westhampton to attend our events.   They volunteer.   They devise plans behind my back with a team of my favorite fairy friends to purchase plane tickets for our Mely to visit with us time and time again. ...