Circles
This post was written two weeks ago. Some days I think I am not grieving anymore, and then something happens and I realize this experience of sitting beside Francis and his family has changed me and I will never be who I was. But every day should change us. We should never stay the same. The past two weeks have taken us on a journey we couldn’t have imagined. A boy from our village and church got sick and died. We supported the family financially and hopefully emotionally as well by sitting with them at the hospital, buying his meds, and giving them rides. The morning they called and said he died, we sat and cried with them for hours. Francis was only 14. He seemed more like a ten-year-old. He was always sweet and respectful and the most faithful in attending church with us. It is hard not to ask why. Not so much why did he have to die. His family is so poor and he had a hard life. It is hard to wish someone back to that. But the questions are more like, why are children in thi