the sloppy copy

“Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground” / Willie Nelson (1980)

I don’t really know if I actually believe in Heaven and Hell and everything in between, but I have a hard time wrapping my brain around there not being a Heaven for little kids who pass away. There’s gotta be SOMEPLACE where they can go and finish their childhood, and do all the normal, dumb kid things, and all the normal, dumb teenager things, with other normal, dumb kids and teenagers. There has to be something for them. It sort of breaks my heart thinking that there isn’t.

Through a sort of chain-reaction of internet browsing, I came across this site a few weeks ago.
Rest in peace, Sicily. I hope there’s cheerleading camp and ponies and makeup for you to secretly borrow and high heeled shoes to play in and dumb boys for you to crush on and trees for you to climb and kids to play freeze tag with wherever you are now.