Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I just got a text from our son that our grandson has his first real illness:  bronchitis.  It's scary, and startling as well.  They seem so hardy, and he has weathered day care and other challenges, but this time an antibiotic is required.  We know they are vulnerable, but we don't know.  I know his parents are frightened, and it makes you rethink all your decisions.  We want to protect them, but it's not always possible.  The love for your child is overwhelming and your own vulnerability because of it crushing at times.  Love is to open your heart up wide and let the storms buffet it.  I know the little fellow will be fine, but I feel for his parents.  We will all be breathing a sigh of relief when he's better, and our hearts are beating a little faster until that moment.  There are no words, only prayers.