Time heals everything but a broken heart when your child dies.

Every single time a child dies I have my proof that there is no God.

I need no further proof that God does not exist than the death of a child.

We spend most of our childhood playing, we spend most of our adulthood trying to find time to play and at some point before death we come to the realization we simply should have never quit playing.

There is a thing, like a bird, weak and fluttering within my chest, i cradle it and care for it as anyone should an injured thing, yet, i silently pray for it's death.

We die a day at a time