The Missing Button

In late 1923, his father died. In the warm winter of 1925, his mother died giving birth to his sister. In the raging blizzards of 1926, his sister died and he was finally alone. And in 1941, he finally met me. What happened in these years to lead to all of his family meeting me? Who am I, after all? What does a button have to do with it? As it turns out, it had everything to do with everything. And with me. And this story of Death, a little boy, and a lost button.