I remember the pain. Having a sick child is the most devastating of all situations. We struggled through the months keeping trips to the hospital optimistic, sticking close together as a family, and wondering how on earth will we pay for 6 months of hospital care. I realized that we were alone. That pain rushes back sometimes.

The government buildings in Nassau are pink. John Travolta and Kelly Preston walked toward the courthouse. I watched the news, and something in that moment, brought back many memories.

When your child is ill, your heart breaks. Children are to be healthy, happy and perfect. As a parent we try to make everything OK. I remember smiling on the outside while my heart was breaking. It made me so tired.

Someone took advantage of the Travolta's pain. Why do people do that? How can people be so selfish, that they cannot see pain ingrained into the faces of people who are near to us?

I admire the Travolta's. In their pain, they have quietly stood up for what was right. Their actions are a guide for all of us. May their pain soon be over, and their happy memories surround them and warm them like a quilt made by angels.

Love you beyond the angel wings,

Me