Such a wonderful child, an amazing son, a beautiful soul.
He is so lucky.
Yesterday he got to meet Jesus.
Two of his younger brothers are in the same grade as my oldest son.
The rest of us…
We are left to mourn, to cry, to scream in physical agony.
We, the ones left behind, now need to speak his name with love, comfort his family, be gentle with each other, and keep a watchful eye on the children.
My heart hurts, my head hurts, my prayers are lifted high.
Thank you for allowing this young man to grace our lives. Thank you for the memories we are left to cherish.
Comfort our broken hearts.