[ WP ] You hold your dying child in your arms and their life passes before your eyes . Let the feels run freely tonight .

He grew up so fast. He had his whole life ahead of him. Now it's gone. Too soon. 
 It feels like only yesterday that I was teaching him how to ride his first two-wheeler. He was so excited. I'll never forget the look on his face. Blue eyes shining with pride looking up at me with that adorable gap-tooth smile. 
 Watching that face grow up brought me such joy over the years. His hair slowly going from blonde to a soft brown. His smile filling in with his adult teeth. But his eyes always stayed the same. 
 I looked into those eyes now. They did n't shine anymore. They stared back at me dull and lifeless, a milky film spreading over them. They were n't the eyes I loved. I closed them for him so that maybe I could make myself believe he was just sleeping. 
 I felt hot tears running down my cheeks, dripping off my chin onto his bloody shirt. It was n't fair. It should have been me. 
 It should have been me.
