A week after a sledding accident left him in a critical condition, Simon Caquelin tragically died on Monday morning.
The 7 year old from St. Paul was spending his first overnight stay at the Fred C. Anderson Boy Scout Camp near Houlton, Wisconsin when he was injured while sledding with a friend at night.
He was wearing a headlamp over his hat, it says on his family's Caring Bridge page, but was found a short-time later by his friend at the base of a tree.
In a post on a GoFundMe page that has so far raised $17,000 for his family, his mother Jennifer paid a beautiful tribute to her beloved son.
She said that before he died, "we sang the Lord's Prayer, we tucked him in with his teddys and his ducky, we gave him kisses and hugs, we said a bedtime prayer, and we said goodnight to our little rascal."
"Our strong little man was able to be generous in death just as he was in life, donating several healthy organs to help other 'little friends' and to help dry the tears of their mommies and daddies. Simon did love nothing more than to make people smile."
The circumstances of his accident are not known as nobody saw it happen, but he suffered traumatic injuries that led to bleeding on the brain, as well as causing his heart to stop two minutes before arriving at Gillette Children's Hospital in St. Paul.
He spent the next week in the hospital, requiring blood transfusions and suffering a collapsed lung that increased pressure on his brain. Ultimately the injuries were too severe to overcome.
'My heart is gutted'
Survived by his parents and two siblings, the Caquelins have been overcome by the outpouring of support they've received, with Jennifer Caquelin writing on GoFundMe: "I have read all your words, I have felt all your hugs, I have shared in all your tears."
She then shared this poem about her son.
Simon – my baby boy,
I am at home here without you. You are at home with Jesus, not me.
You are all around me, all around our home.
Your toys are at the bottom of my purse, your games are still laid out from your play.
Your reminders are still on my calendar, and your notes written on the whiteboard.
Your laundry is still unfolded and your room is a mess.
Your artwork is still on the fridge and your profile is still on Netflix.
Your brother wants to play ball with you and your sister wants to read books.
Your daddy just wants to snuggle and your mommy just wants to see you smile.
You are all around us Simon, here and not here
My heart is gutted
You were born on a Monday, and we knew from the beginning you were meant for everyone, not just us.
If we tried to hold you back, to keep you safe, you just ran faster ahead to light the lives of others.
You died on earth on a Monday, and in the end, we still know you were meant for everyone, not just us.