Over it?

“I am tired, and I want to go to heaven,” he said.

“I am not ready for you to leave,” she begged. “I just got you back. We just got you back.”

“I am tired, and I want to go to heaven,” he said.

“Please, tell me. How does the story end?” she asked him.

“The people who loved him and worked so hard for him have to get over it and move on...the little boy is not there. He goes to heaven,” he replied.

And to heaven he went. And the people who loved him did not get over it, but they did move on: on in to the fields, on up the mountains, on into the valleys, carrying his story with them wherever they went.

That is how I concluded the obituary that was included in Sekai's memorial DVD. I added that last part, perhaps in hope that it would be true. After visiting the cemetery today and seeing that the marker that contains his "family name" has been removed, I suddenly felt the need to reach out for help to...whom? I suddenly--painfully--recalled the many professionals who had been involved in his case who said things like "I will make sure there is justice for Sekai", only to never be heard from again. I suddenly--painfully--remembered the conversation excerpted above. Remembering how Sekai had an uncanny way of knowing, seeing, telling things, I suddenly--painfully--wondered if he was right about this, too, and whether they are all over it, over him.