As we approach the end of the year, through the craziness that is December holidays, Christmas preparations and never ending school events, I find myself thinking about those families that will be facing their first Christmas without their precious child.
Although, we at Umduduzi walk the journey of illness, loss and grief with many of these families, I will never be able to fathom how it must feel. So much in the death of a child is just incomprehensible. It just doesn’t make sense. It is not the natural order of things; of life.
And as humans we need to find meaning in the child’s life and in their death. One father during a bereavement visit stated, “we loved our son, but God must have loved him more and needed him; that’s why he took him.”
Each family searches for the meaning; for some there is more sense than for others. Very often we do find families who can make sense of their loss; last week I met with a mother whose child lived a short 6 months. But in that time he touched so many people’s lives through his bravery and beautiful presence.
For me, each child and family I meet changes me a little forever. Below is a poem written by this little boy’s cousin.