Sad.

That’s what we are here; that’s what people are feeling all over the country – a big sad.

Thomas Bickle died yesterday afternoon. He died in his dad’s arms. He was not in pain. That is what his mother, Sarah, wrote in her post.

I have been following their story. They don’t know of me and I never met Thomas – nor Sarah, nor Scott. I never smelled the sun in that red hair. I feel a big sad; they feel – God, I don’t know what, but it’s got to be a huge, consuming emotion.

I’m going to be quiet now, and look at Thomas’ light on my window sill. It’s reaching out like a lighthouse.