"Did daddy get you that board?" The young boy nodded. "Did he tell you who got him his first board?" "Cash." He murmurs, still spinning the wheels absentmindedly. "That's him." He points to the heartbreakingly beautiful image of my brother's and I. "You know who that is?" I point to my face and he finally smiles at me. "That's Uncle Carter's Angel." He sets the board on the ground and stands on it carefully. I watch as he moves with the skill of a ten-year-old boy who was born on that thing.