Children grieve too.

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love."(Washington Irving)

They say the eyes are windows of one's soul.

I believe this is true, for the eyes can speak much louder than the tongue.

Looking into the eyes of a certain 10 year old, as he shares his fears and expressed his sadness, is like drowning in a sea of worries and confusion.

I've always said he is not your typical kid. Not only was his innocence shattered at the loss of his best friend, who was also his sister, at such a young age, but he has had to grow up faster than others as he tries to understand how this world works. He is a breath of fresh air on any given day; he is my heart. So when his heart is broken, that makes mine shatter in more way I didn't think was possible.

Just this evening, he looked me in the eye and told me leukemia ruined his life. He stated it was not fair that he was only able to share three years with his sister. Tears made their way down, on both our parts, as I agreed with him that he was right and it wasn't fair. He then said he wished he had more time with her. He hugged me and of course I squeezed back not wanting to let go. I looked at him and told him it was okay to talk about his feelings; it was okay to cry. His eyes spoke what his mouth did not say.

Every day and every night I pray that his heart is comforted. 😔

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