For a brief moment our hearts cease to beat. And it is because of this that we forget all of our problems for that split second. For that one second, that one moment, we are insignificant compared to our love for someone else and their anguish.

But we look at this boy with familiar eyes (nearly bursting with tears because we, with him, hurt as well). And we know not the degree of his loss, in his heart, and why his head aches so bad. To hear this boy, words filled with a sorrow so great, cry through his teeth as he spits words like flames, tears us away from our fun and places thoughts so deep as six feet under.

And this is where I reach for a hand (preferably his) because I want him to know we are always here. Six driving hours cannot stop this love from existing. Words are escaping us for our expression of sympathy, and the only thing that seems acceptable is:

Skip,
I wish I could be there in MN with you, not for answers, not even for speaking, but just to hug and hold you. I know you'll come out of this all right (on top, no matter what, right?). And when I look at you, not just now, but always, I see someone who's strength surpasses rational thought. But Skip, this is something you cannot hide from, something you won't be able to ignore. So whatever you have to say, whatever you feel, please...don't hesitate to say anything. We'll be there soon to bring you home. I (We) love you.