Sammy. Sweet Sammy has died.
He is dead.
His parents haven’t “lost” a child.
They would never…could never…be so careless.
He didn’t “pass” or “pass away.”
We pass a driving test or a kidney stone.
We don’t just pass through life.
Sammy didn’t just pass through life.
Sorrow– Rebecca Einstein Schorr
Superman Sam lost the battle and has moved on to wherever it is we go after our time here.
I wish I had words that I could speak, write or share that would make sense of this all but all I can think of is that sometimes heroes fall.
Don’t look to me to tell you there is a plan or a reason that is beyond our comprehension because I won’t say what I won’t believe. So I’ll simply add my voice to echo those who have said they are sorry for his loss and hope that those who loved him find solace and comfort.
Can’t say I know what that will be or that I understand because I don’t.
All I can do is say I am sorry and take a moment to promise to remember a son and a brother and to make a donation in his memory.
And maybe one day we’ll say that something good came because sometimes heroes fall. Maybe we’ll be able to say that a cure was found and that it can be tied back into Superman Sam.
I don’t know.
All I know for certain is that I am sorry.