Segomotso, You're Home

Last Friday night one of our babies passed away. Segomotso was 19 months old. She was very tiny from her illness. She had the most beautiful big, wide eyes. Segomotso has been at the shelter for about 6 months. We have not been able to start her on the treatment that she needs for her illness, because with this particular medicine you can’t start it with a sick person. You have to nurse a person back to relative health before they can start the treatment. The news came as a bit of a shock because we weren’t expecting it. We knew that she had been struggling for the last several days, but we didn’t expect this to happen so suddenly. She died in her bed at the shelter and Janis had to take her to the emergency room for a doctor to pronounce her dead and issue a death certificate. For most of the Americans here we are sad, but happy that she is in heaven away from her suffering. The care takers who interact with her every day, all day, are taking it a lot harder. This morning as I was praying and reading my bible I thought about how Segomotso’s short life has marked with suffering, pain, confusion, and loneliness.
Two words came to mind: “You’re home.”