the death of a loved one is hard enoughespecially when they are youngand what of a child?so fill of life and promiseit's especially hard to wrap our faith around but theneternity is realso large and looming that this little vapor we call lifewill be swallowed upand barely remembered in the light of what lies aheada thousand thousands aheadI was thinking about heavenand how it would be wantingwere it not full of children