At least, he died in a bed.

The death of a child is a parent's worst nightmare. A number of wellwishers have told my family that they cannot imagine anything worse than what we are going through.

I can.

At least, Avi died in a bed with his parents, rabbi and caregivers at his side. At least, he was sedated at the end. At least, his body did not have to be discovered and found marred. At least, he had not beaten to death by terrorists in a cave. At least, he had not been neglected and left to drown, unlike a six-year-old in my community not too long ago. At least, he did not die due to someone else's neglect in a house fire.

It's no comfort to us that other children have and continue to suffer horrible fates every day, but it puts things in perspective.