Pass safely, little wing, and spread your peace back to your parents.
The first funeral I ever attended was for a six year old boy, poor little Adam the Roving Hazard (so named because he liked to run through the middle of athletic events). We laid him down with his He-Man sword and dressed in his Teenage Mutant Ninja pjs. As I knelt by his grave, struggling for words, I suddenly felt dozens of little hands on my back -- all the children of the community had come up to me, hoping for me to make it right.
Thanks, tough time for a family, especially when the little ones pass away. Very hard to see a small child lying in a casket, it's just something that should never have to happen.