Last night at work encompassed many of both the worst, and most beautiful things about my job. The little guy I've been working with the past 6-ish weeks lost the battle with his illness and has moved beyond this life.
It is never ok, or fair, or good, or easy. It should not be.
Yet these things do happen. That's the worst.
Love is still beautiful. The love the parents have for this child makes their pain bigger, and also more beautiful. Their ability to actually go through this with dignity is beautiful and inspiring. The strength and fight in this little child, amazing. What an honor to be a part of his life. I am grateful to know this family and their beautiful love. Humbled and honored that they entrusted their child to my care and allowed me to be a part of their lives in this time.
Hug your family. Hug your friends. Heck, hug a stranger. Keep the love and care out there in the world, because we all need it. Take care of each-other.
And if you raise a toast today, raise it in honor of a little man who fought hard and is now free of pain.