Luke

A boy died.

Not just any boy.

A boy I’ve been following on Facebook.

He was 2 and a half and his Mommy wrote on the Facebook page almost every day.

I felt her pain through the struggles, the countless surgeries, her daughter’s flu when little Luke was about to be admitted to the ICU. I’ve followed their journey for the past year and a half.

And then yesterday at 12:45 pm it was over.

He died.

And even though the Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome killed him, he fought. And he fought with a smile every day a new picture would be put up of him smiling at his 6 year old sister, Mommy or Daddy.

But it’s over.

So fast.

A blink of an eye.

For the first time in a long time I sat at my desk, my chest heaving and I cried.

I asked God why babies have to die.

I asked God why I keep following these pages, which have all ended in death.

I don’t understand.

Why did he have to die?

Why was it him?

He didn’t even get to live!

His life consisted of pokes of needles, cuts into flesh and fast rides in ambulances.

But he still smiled.

Despite it all he still smiled.

Even in his last day of life he smiled.