Look at that happy face. Too happy to be contained.
Imagining a tsunami of tears coming over his face.
His giggle. His bright eyes. His rambunctousness.
Nothing can prepare you for the sadness of a child.
It is that thought and image that is running through the collective consciousness.
He will cry into his pillow.
He will shake and shiver with grand ache.
He may become numb and that twinkle may no longer sparkle.
The happiness of today will slowly dissipate.
There will be no cure. No easy button. No right words.
May he find peace in knowing he was greatly loved and adored.
The smile will return someday. For love will be in his DNA.