Elias Torres was pronounced brain dead on May 13, at 1 p.m.; his heart stopped beating at 2:45 a.m. on May 14. Cause of death: blunt force trauma to the head. In a few weeks it will be a year since we laid him to rest. I go out to his little grave, put up balloons for his birthday, a scarecrow for the fall and Thanksgiving, and a small Christmas tree. If you go out there, you’ll find an angel, a solar light and pieces of our hearts. The police department and rangers have finished their investigation. It has been passed on. Still waiting; don’t want anyone to think that Elias Torres has been forgotten.
I read today that April is National Shaken Baby Syndrome Awareness Week. What fault do these little angels have? None; they suffer in silence — from the very persons who are supposed to protect them. Webster’s Dictionary defines frustrate as: to cause feeling of discouragement or bafflement. I try not to get discouraged, but I wanna scream! What is it going to take? Another death, another injury? I just don’t understand.
My little angel, my heart took a picture that day. You were free of pain, and your young life restored. My heart knows that you are waiting for us, excited when you see us to show us all the wonders of heaven. Until then, our hearts will miss you. Love you forever and a day, Elias.