After a couple weeks of doing so I went in as usual one day and he was gone. Departed. He was seven years old.

It's really hard to accept, kids have the most sacred minds in this world, when something bad happened to them it's really hard to accept. This is their world & they are the most important parts of their parents.

I really don't know how those parents feelings are, they might be broken inside hoping & begging to God to save their kids. Reality is always hard to accept, but that's the way of life.