Our son died on his own field of battle, killed in action by terrible enemies that were as real to him as his coffin was real to us. Those enemies destroyed his energy, his endurance, and his strength. Seemingly, he lost the war. But we applaud his victories: His bravery on the battlefield and his kindness to all. Although his foes gave no quarter, our son daily fought against staggering odds. And only God knows and understands what he passed through. Tristan lives on, forever, in our hearts.