My grand kids lost their daddy when they were 5, 2, and 1-year-old. The oldest two mourned as any adult would. It was so hard to watch and impossible to help them.
Today they are 18, 15, 13 years old and the best kids in the world. But they know tragedy and learned about death too early.
That part of my life, my daughter and my grandkids made me feel this young boy’s valor and love. I cried.