I know a dad who went to wake his teenage son only to find him dead in his bed. The son had suffered a fatal asthma attack. There was nothing that could be done. We hear of such events and non can know the anguish save those who have known it too.

The innocent questioning of a small boy about why dead people are buried under the ground in a box had his dad pondering…on his owns sons death. O the anguish! See this posting in Views From the Bike Shed blog for an interesting posting and a poem by John Latham who suffered his sons death from an asthma attack.

Thanks to Julius, once again, for this great link to a great post.