life, like the flickering innocence of a child, is brief.. fragile..
tragically taken.. snuffed out before its time.
dearly missed by all who know its value
If we are all truly as one, then any loss of any one of us is a loss to all of us
Somehow, we have all become tragically numb to this fact, lest we carry the burden of loss for every soul.
Ignorance, it seems, is truly blissful..