Poor baby. He needs some Daddy hugs stat

He doooes!

fade away little one on the angels wings away from this world you came to be. yes one will come to take you home and cherish you close, but yet you do not belong as well. an enigma of this world but pure as the white of your hair. let the tears roll as your father holds you one last time in his arms, feeling your soul lifted away and out of his reach is one act beyond your control. to stay with him Is what you wish but to be there is not what is meant. crossing tides means to seek out the various epitomes of your days and the clashing destinies sometimes reach their end. fear not little one you shall see soon the guiding light that will keep you warm even if you merely with for that of the warm face you seek when the tears continue to fall, as he looks upon the heavens remembering you he too shall close his eyes and weep to see you once more. please be strong little one, your father will be close to you always regardless of what fate may bring to you, if not in his arms but always in his heart and his memories as he grows old and weeps once more to hold you close one last time.