I awoke this morning thinking about this beautiful boy, my nephew, who unfortunately never grew into a man although he would have been a great one which is probably why my ex-husband always called him “Great Scott.” Today would have been his birthday.

You can see in this child’s face, slightly swollen from the chemo, radiance. In this child’s eyes, wisdom beyond his years. In this child’s smile, acceptance.

For the Great Scotts of the world, please . . . not another needless and totally preventable war. There’s enough misery in the world.