My Favoritest Word (part 2)

6am and the unwelcome noise wakes me up. I reach for my alarm but it is this time innocent so I hearing the dulcet tones of Fields of Gold I reach for my phone. In a daze of a blur I say "hey" and the sound of silence chased by tears precedes the words "hey" and now alert I reply "hey". The news is sad and tears at my heart but "hey" what can I say or do, Mr Incredible had lost his little boy,"hey"these things happen and like a thief in the night his life had been snatched away. The doctor said it was natural causes but that made it ever harder to accept. I mean "hey"these things dont happen to kids and "hey"not the kids of good people...Talking to Mrs Incredible , words fail me and her quiet acceptance of what had happened was beyond me....She had tired from asking why because all everyone could say was "hey.."before their voices trailed into the silence that was set all about them...