Jan. 23, 2009 at 10:07 PM ET
Today my heart broke. An adorable little boy climbed in it---filled it up---and then abruptly left.
I met 8-year-old Nicolas at St. Jude Hospital in Memphis. He was so full of life that if it wasn't for the chemo pack he carried with him, you never would have known he was sick. He held my hand and showed me his world at St Jude. I remember just what his hand felt like in mine.
As I am writing this, I can't believe he is gone. He died Wednesday; the cancer was too much. He leaves behind wonderful parents and a brother. I have an ocean of tears for him.
But the funny thing is, when I think about him I remember one thing he said. He said don't worry about me, God is going to take care of me.”
I know he is.