He lived right up the street, our kids played for years, we even took him on some summer vacations.
I'd been carrying the kid to radiation while his dad worked for 17 days. Didn't help. He was just getting worse.
By the end he couldn't hear, talk, see, move, urinate, eat, drink, or anything.
He passed yesterday.
They called us right away, spent the night with them and some of the kid's family. First significant time I'd ever spent with a corpse.
I almost feel relieved that the kid is not trapped in that body anymore, he was frozen/broken for months, it must have been excruciating. But I'm sure others are only (mostly) feeling the loss
I can't imagine the pain his parents are in.
He also has a 16 yr old sister, now an only child.
Brutal stuff
