Alex Schachter, who was killed in the Parkland school shooting. MUST CREDIT: Courtesy of Max Schachter.

Max Schachter offered the eulogy he wrote for his son's funeral for The Post's On Parenting blog to run "so that the world would learn more about how very special Alex was to my family, his friends and our community," he said. It follows, edited:

My name is Max Schachter. Alex is my little boy. When Alex was born on July 9, 2003, his mother and I were overjoyed. He was the cutest little boy, so inquisitive and sweet. He loved to play with all of his toys and of course, his older brother Ryan.

Alex's life changed forever when he was just 4 years old. His mommy, my wife, Debbie, passed away suddenly in the middle of the night. It was very, very, hard for us for a long time. After several years went by, a woman came into my life that knew exactly what I had been through all those years and we fell in love. She was a widow herself. Her husband, Eamon, had passed away one month after Debbie did. That woman, my beshert, is Caryn. She had two beautiful daughters - Morgan and Avery.

We decided to move to Parkland to start our new beginning together. Alex and Ryan instantly had two sisters and Morgan and Avery instantly had two brothers. In the beginning, it was hard blending both families, but over time, the kids understood they were now siblings and they grew to love each other. The girls call me dad and the boys call Caryn mom. It was beautiful.

All four kids grew very close over time. They knew they had been through so much individually and now were complete together. Avery loved Alex. He was her big brother. She would want to give him hugs all of the time. He did not want these hugs ALL the time. I have so many cute pictures of her combing his hair or giving him a massage. 

Morgan loved to watch movies with Alex and both of the girls loved to talk with Alex about his favorite show Naruto. He used to tell me that it was the best because there were over 1 000 episodes. I told him I hope your goal is not to watch all 1 000. He told me, I already did. I said, "Oh geez."

Even though Ryan was his older brother, Ryan was so good to Alex. Every night before bed after I hugged Alex, he would say, "I have to go say goodnight to Ryan." I would say, "Come on Alex, you have to go to bed." He wouldn't listen. He would run into Ryan's room for a quick cuddle or hug. Alex idolized his big brother.

We moved into Heron Bay because everyone said Parkland has the best schools and Alex was very happy. He had so many friends on the block to play with. During the summers, Alex attended Eagles Landing Camp with his friends. They even had a whole bunk to themselves and they would stay up all night. As he grew older, I wanted Alex to try sleep away camp in New York with Morgan and Avery. But, I could not extricate him from the Night Owls program. 

Sunday I buried Alex in the same cemetery as his mother Debbie, who passed away 10 years ago. Today, I moved her so she can be next to Alex and take care of him. I can't ever cuddle with him or hug him and tell him I love him again, but now Debbie will do that for me.

I moved my family to Parkland because it was an idyllic little community. I never thought this would happen to me. I never thought it would happen here. I tried to do everything I could to be a good father and protect Alex. Losing my most precious Alex has made me realize that lawmakers did not do enough to protect him. I will do everything in my power to make sure we do not lose another blessed child, like my little boy. 

That's why I have created a gofundme campaign in Alex's name, so we can improve school safety and raise money for the marching band he loved. I am hoping our elected officials will learn from this tragedy and will enact legislation to prevent this from happening to the next student, the next son, the next brother, the next Alex.

Two weeks ago, Alex was assigned a poem for a literary fair. He decided to write about roller coasters because Alex loved roller coasters. He wasn't writing about his life and had no idea that his poem would become his future.

Our elected lawmakers are a big part of the bar of our life's roller coaster. Don't just start anew and repeat the failures of Marjory Stoneman Douglas. Act now and hear the cries of our community. No child and no family should ever have to experience this because of someone else's failure to protect us.

If you feel compelled by reading this eulogy and if you want to help make a difference by keeping schools safe for our kids, here is the Alex Schachter Scholarship Fund:

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