I followed Tripp's blog from the beginning. He touched my life and he touched many lives. I honestly have been thinking about his Mother since I read her last post on Saturday that her precious angel received his wings. In this circumstance Tripp is certainly in the place where he needs to be, has needed for awhile. He is finally pain free. But looking at my girls and holding them makes me realize that no matter what, his poor mother is crippled right now. It is impossible not to be. Please have her in your thoughts as she says her final goodbye to her little boy on Wednesday. He was by far the bravest little one I have ever known. EB is certainly the worst disease I can ever imagine.