Go Little Rockstar
Devastation, a very big word for anyone. It is sad to see someone devastated, the feeling of a profound loss, a lifetime of memories flashing in their eyes with a lifeless body of flesh just lying there in front of them. All hope of making more memories with that person dying right there, right along with that person. But what makes it sadder is the idea of something devastating happening to someone very young, a child who just began stepping into the rough world. A boy of thirteen. Riding in the car with his godmother. The music starts playing, “Go, Little Rockstar”. She turns off the music and looks at him, “Shall we go in now”, he nods his head but keeps staring at the floor of the car.
