Friday, July 13, 2007

It is just not fair when a child dies

I attended a wake for a student I had last year. He was 9 years old and far too young to die.
I thought I could hold myself together and did not grab the tissues at the door. I was very wrong. I barely made it to his mother before breaking down. Seeing his little face was unbelievably hard. I can not imagine the pain his family is in right now. My heart goes out to them.

He current teacher, staff and the school nurse made some very touching comments and speeches and brought tears to many.
The School nurse hit the nail on the head when she remembered a happy time with him.. It is one so typical and that anyone who knew him probably heard many times before. I am sure my wording is off but the memory is so familiar.

________, running down the hall greeting people, "Yo, yo, yo, call me on my cell phone. I gotta go." as he held what ever was the last toy he slipped into his pocket.

Some thoughts about him.
He was a boy who was always smiling and often heard laughing. He LOVED people and giving and receiving attention. He had a greeting for everyone and truly knew how to make people laugh. His ultimate dream was to have his own cell phone one day. He used everything imaginable to pretend he was talking on one at least 30 times per school day.
He talked about his family on a daily basis and made it known that they were his "peeps".
He was such a fantastic and happy child and he will be missed terribly by many.


madre adoptiva said...

Oh how sad. I can't imagine how hard it was to go to that wake.

Wendy M. said...

Oh Christina, that's awful! I can remember you telling us stories about him. I cried just reading the blog! I'm sorry. I know how much you love those kids.