I would hug him and pat his head. Wade played hard. He'd scramble up, grin toward the sidelines, and charge forward. It's good to know Wade's last recorded thoughts were for his mother. So, here I sit in tears trying to put in print coherent thoughts from incoherent memories.
Quick action can help restore what has been poisoned and burned.
The creek has been a beautiful part of our community and a vital part of the area's ecosystem. Let us take action to clean up this ecological disaster in our own backyard. The city, I am sure, will have information regarding volunteer work to be done and the places where contributions are most needed. Let us also consider how our daily lives can affect the frequency of such disasters in the world around us. Then bike or walk to work once a day as a start.