My Little Peanut, again

My Little Peanut is gone. His parents made the decision no parent should ever have to make. Little Peanut had way, way too many complications. My heart is absolutely breaking over this, not only for him, but for my bosom friend. I was able to see him the night before his respirator was removed. I read him one of my favorite stories, Goodnight Moon. I held his feet, told him how much I loved him, told him I'd see him later, and "tucked" him in.