Life's wake-up call

This afternoon I found out that a local boy had died after losing his battle with a rare form of cancer. He was just 2 years old. I didn't know him or his family, but my heart aches for them no less. I can't imagine the pain they must be feeling. No parent should ever have to bury their own child. It's just not right.
It makes me even more thankful that my family is healthy. I realize even more that the little things in life just don't matter. I am very blessed.