Scuterputer
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I cried for Ethan this morning when my 4 year old came to me and said her foot hurt. I looked at it and she had a tiny splinter. I tried to get it out but she was crying so hard (because she was afraid it was going to hurt) so I eventually stopped and put some ointment on it. I could barely stand her crying and it made me think of everything poor little Ethan had to go through. If something that small to a 4 year old is so scary, I can't even fathom the fear he had in his eyes and he held in his heart while those 2 monsters did what they did.
I do the same thing, I saw my 5 year old son had fallen asleep on the couch, in the same position that Ethan did in the pop tart picture. I started bawling because it was so sweet in one aspect and so sad that Ethan never knew that kinda love from those two monsters. Then I tear up again the next day when my son saw a yellow camaro and yelled Bumblebee!
Ethan will never be alone, because in my mind, when my son does something I think of little Ethan and how he has made me so much more aware of the little things my kids do. Plus Ethan is up their with my Grandfather so he has someone to show him around and teach him how to catfish. =)