The Death of a Young One

If a person is to die at a young age my heart aches at the thought. Not that it does not for a grown man or woman. But if a child or younger person dies it makes me sick.

For how is a child supposed to die, or even sacrifice, for others that are all older and have lived their lives? It is asking that child to never live their life so that others that already have full lives may survive that much longer.

I am saddened by the thought of a dead adult. But I am depressed by the thought of a dead child. So much potential and so much life to be lived that will never happen. So many chances, choices, and changes that will never be seen through.

If I were to choose between one child or two adults I must say it might kill me to choose the child but it would if I chose the adults.