I need serious hugs.
My middle child is in first grade (so he's 7). Since he was 4 and in pre-k, he's been in class with a little boy who had cancer. We've seen him go in and out of remission, and my son has played with him at recess and listened to his stories about the hospital and chemo and loosing his hair.
He died last night.
My son, who was so cavalier the other day when we talked about it, is so sad today. He didn't want to go to school (unusual for him because he loves school and his friends) and spent the last fifteen minutes in my lap.
I can not fathom the grief J's parents feel. I can not imagine their suffering. And I am so sad now, sad for them, sad for my son, sad at the horrible possibilities.
Hug your kids.
*huge Amazon hugs your way honey*
I'm so sorry, so sorry for your son, and for the little boy's family. Also for the rest of the children in his grade who will be affected by this loss. Life's lessons are often cruel and your son is very blessed to have you to lean on. In most cases a good ear and a strong hug are the best answers.
Life is fleeting and losing someone so young is very tough. Let me know if you want to talk more.

In my own battles and expiriences in the chemo rooms, losing children to this disease is the worst. My thoughts and prayers your way.

