Small words for the giant of heart

This morning I read an article regarding a Connecticut survivor's letter to his now dead friend. The letter's author, a boy of what I would imagine, is only six. Six years old. He has only just learned to write,and now he is writing a letter to his dead friend.
Rather than the list to Santa, this child penned a list of tears and shattered play dates. Rather than show off his new found penmanship, he is mustering the strokes on a piece of paper that reads, "I love you Jack", the four words that he will never utter to his friend again.
The letter, small words for such an enormous heart, resonated more than anything I had read the last few days on the shootings in Connecticut. It didn't paint a picture, didn't list the series of events. It was a simple letter, with simple words, and yet the message meant more to me than some well versed, adjective laced novel. It brought a cynical woman, who's taken the tragedy and politicized it on her FB and to any that would listen, cry harder, care deeper, wish for impossible peace.

You are my hero kid.

http://gawker.com/5969498/this-letter-penned-to-a-sandy-hook-victim-by-his-best-friend-will-knock-the-wind-out-of-you