Death

Death. I’ve never really had to give it much thought. I’ve been blessed with a healthy family and group of friends. Today, a little life was lost. His name is Yabsera and his picture is on this homepage. It’s amazing what can be taken for granted. Did I give him a hug when I last left the orphanage on Saturday? Did he know how much he made me smile when he would run as fast as he could into my arms? But more importantly, did anyone else know how much he loved to color? How much just being held meant to him? That he ate like a little pig all the time and I loved him for it? Does his mother or father know that their son has left this world for a better place? Who loved him? Was he loved enough? Did he feel any pain as his little heart beat too fast for his little body and finally gave out? Does he know that someone loved him? And that I have cried for him all day? That, as I write this there is no way to stop my tears. Another angel has left this world, an orphaned angel. And as I think about the other two children still in the hospital right now, I am not taking for granted that they may return to Kechene soon. Children here die everyday. Hundreds in fact, but what I hope is that none have left this world unloved. Yabsera, was certainly loved and will be missed. His crib where I used to pick him up from after his nap is now empty and will probably soon be filled by another orphaned child. However, he will never be forgotten. Goodbye my angel. I love you.