Two days ago some dear friends' son died. He was 10 years old, and a beautiful boy, with curly brown hair, big teeth and a kind heart. We met him when he was Theo's age now, and he still bears an uncanny resemblance to Theo.
His name was Simon. He died of cancer, that began as an ache in his leg when he was eight.
I cannot imagine the pain of a mother to lose her child at 10, old enough to be a glimpse of what he will become, but still a child, a sweet sweet child.
I cannot imagine the pain of the father. And perhaps worst of all, the pain of his 12-year-old sister left behind.
They are planting ten trees around the world in all his favorite places, for though only 10 he had traveled far and wide.
My heart is so heavy tonight.
Send love to a bereaved family in Paris.
And, if the spirit moves you, plant a tree for this beautiful boy who is gone.
December 10
8 years ago
1 comment:
Oh dear. That is so, so sad. I hope that they are strong enough - such grief batters individuals, marriages, families. How very, very sad. My heart goes out to them.
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