James “Tony” Hack was barely older than my own tiny son…he was just four years old. He was beaten senseless by a grown man, his mother’s boyfriend. He was beaten so severely that his little head suffered three fractures, that his small body was covered in bruises, and that eventually…his eyes closed for the last time, and his amazingly petite heart took it’s last beat.
I am so sad right now…
I know he’s in Heaven with his real Father. I know his skull is mended. I know his bruise-covered body is brand new. I know all of this, and I should be happy for him…but I am really sad right now.
His first day of kindergarten…gone. His first visit from the tooth fairy…gone. Learning how to ride a bike…gone. His first little league game…gone. His first kiss…gone. His high school graduation…gone. The college experience…gone. His first love…gone. His dream wedding…gone. Meeting his own child…gone.
Father God, I know I don’t have to ask You to take good care if him…because I know that You already are. This precious, little flower has been replanted in Your garden and I am grateful for the end of his suffering. Thank You for Your mercy and Your grace. Please give Little Tony a big hug, from the world who never knew of him…until today. In Jesus Name…Amen.
Too good for the life for which you were made,
Too soft for the harshness of today,
So now goodbye to you we say.
Where were the arms to hold you tight?
There was no protection for you that night,
And still in the darkness you were light.
Your name and your face we didn’t know,
Until the world had to let you go,
Your image forever will strike a blow.
In life, what is beautiful?
You were, Sweet Baby Boy.