There are no words except heal him.
You conquered death, hell and the grave.
There is and always will be hope.
The doctors say you have days left, but there are still smiles and laughter for you. There is still joy and dancing for you. You still have time to be a brat. You could still graduate little Samson. We still want to hear you cry. You could use your voice yet. I refuse to give up on you little buddy. You and Dylan could still play together. If none of that happens, There is still hope!