Dear Stars,
When you stand up to be counted tonight, you’re going to notice that my little friend Bryan has joined your ranks. He’s the short one, only six years old, with the big bright eyes and the infectious smile. You’re going to like him a lot. We sure did. Honestly, I’m pretty jealous that you get to hang out with him, but I’m trying not to hold it against you too much. Please make friends with him so he isn’t lonely. Don’t let some of those ancient heavenly bodies cope attitude just because he’s the new kid in the midnight sky. Invite him to sit with you at lunch and show him how to slide down the Big Dipper. Tell him about mythology and introduce him to the constellations. Let him play with Perseus’s sword, because he likes that kind of thing. I think he’s going to be very energetic now that he’s not filled with painkillers. Show him how to turn up his sparkle and let him be the first star out at night sometimes because he liked that nursery rhyme. Show him how to grant wishes. Maybe explain to him that he shouldn’t shine too brightly because he might blind the astronauts. Bryan likes to be the brightest one in any group, so you might have to remind him a couple of times. Show him how to wink at his mom and his dad and his sister Heather when they are lonely. Dance with him when he tunes into the Backstreet Boys and giggle with him when he watches Spongebob Square Pants. Tell him that the Chicago Bears just might make the Superbowl next year and that you’ll watch it with him. Let him join in when you have meteor throwing contests in August. He’s really good at throwing. You’ll be surprised that someone that little could be that strong. He might be frightened and depressed when he overhears people down here talking about how he ‘lost his fight with neuro blastoma’ because Bryan wasn’t a loser. Could you please explain to him that it wasn’t a fair fight from the beginning, because cancer just doesn’t play by the rules? And remind him that he was braver than soldiers twice his size and four times his age. And most of all, give him lots of hugs. We weren’t able to hug him sometimes because of his treatments and our germs, so he’s got a lot of hugs coming to him. There are so many other things I should tell you about him, but I know that you’ll figure it out.
He’s a great kid. You’re going to love him. Just take good care of him. Please.
Lots of love,
Weet
