I barely got to know you; I never even got to hold you,
But, god, I loved you, baby.
To the moon, to the stars, to wherever you now are, I loved you.
And, believe me, I’m far from the only one.

It’s so unfair that we’re down here and you’re up there but you won’t be alone or forgotten. Because not now, not ever, not for one moment will your memory fade.

Cruel ‘what if’s and ‘could have been’s will stick with us too, for time, poignant and painful as such things can be, but don’t doubt for even a second that you, our little warrior, my little Beastie, were worth every moment of joy and heartache a million times over.

I took a shot for you, you know; I’d take a hundred more, a thousand, or however many it took to get the chance to see you look up at me with big blue eyes that remind of simpler times, noonday skies, and warrior cries.

There are chances I wanted, countless memories I wanted to make, a lifetime of stumbles and laughs I’ll forever long to see and hear. But you’re still there, will always be there, even if it’s not the way I thought. Even if it’s not the way it should be, it’s the way it is, and I find solace in the fact that now, at least, you feel no pain. And if we must hurt so you can have peace, well, it’s a price we’re all willing to pay.

Because you, little man, have been so loved in your short time with us, precious and so special, that there isn’t anything in this world or any other we wouldn’t hesitate to do.

Our little warrior, the little boy who conquered everyone he met without need of a smile. The little boy with the heart of a lion, whose fire burned brighter than the stars above. Whose fight touched people and whose life – brief but shining bright – made them stronger

We’ll never forget you, Wyatt.
And, in the time we have between now and when we see you again, may we all try our hardest to have the strength that you did.