Oh, SCHMAE, you said it. And I'll say what I've said so many times -- Heaven is too full of little angels, and now Heaven (or your word and idea of it) gets one more. His name is Kenneth, or Kenny, or Ken, and he is 5 years old. Now I see him laughing, running, jumping, having ice cream and cake, or macaroni, or spaghetti, or Froot Loops, etc., etc., and he is happy
all the time and fear is not something he will ever know or feel again. He is free of all things negative and always will be.
I have seen only two pictures of him, and he looked sad and fearful in each one. That made me want to go out into the street and scream. These people do these things
because they can. If Kenneth had been 25 years old instead of just 5, 6'5" instead of something like 40", 215 lbs. instead of somewhere around 40, he would still be with us. He was too little, too weak, too trusting,
and he had no choice. And now he is gone. I hope there are people who truly loved him, and that they will one day be able to sleep without crying first.
Stop killing our babies, indeed!