I forgot to write about something, so before the festa the other day we had to go to the cemetery to do something for the dead person who the fest was for. Well, on the way there was another funeral procession. A child had died and they were burying them. We were early to the cemetery so we joined the child’s funeral first. The casket was so small, I have never seen something like that before. I didn’t cry then but I cry now thinking about it. After they buried the child they covered the grave with pink and red flowers, put a cross on top and also about 200 candles. It was so powerful. I didn’t have my camera but the image is burned in my head. The lights and the flowers in the dark was one of the prettiest yet saddest things I have ever seen. It was a reality check for me-an eye opener, somebody’s baby is dead, a mother lost her baby. I can’t imagine, I don’t want to imagine-but that the reality here. And if I indirectly or directly prevent one mother from losing her baby-I can’t tell you how happy I will be. That will be my reward-that’s why I’m here. That little life didn’t need to be buried beneath the flowers and candles, I would have rather not seen it, it not to have happened. I don’t know why he/she died but it probably could have been prevented.
I am glad I saw it because it put why I’m here in focus. When I close my eyes I see the grave and I know why I’m here.
I am almost done with this journal. Things sure have changed from when I started it!
Op…electricity just went out. I hope they will be quiet now. They’ve stopped being considerate when I try to sleep.
Off to bed now, time for my IPOD to get me to go to sleep.
They have started calling me biin Lisa (sister Lisa). I will miss them, not the crying kids and rosters though.
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