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Follow me as I "Celebrate the Journey" of my life: Recently in Kisoro Uganda,for three years as a medical missionary(Lay Mission Helper-www.laymissionhelper.org) working with those infected and affected with HIV-AIDS, Public Health and babies at risk. Presently,in Arkansas awaiting my next "Call" to service.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

A letter to a bereaved mother

Sparrows AIDS Orphanage and Hospice- South Africa--July 2006

--------A Letter to A Bereaved Mother

This blog will be a bit different as I am enclosing a letter I just wrote to a caregiver, a teacher and a bereaved mother from Sparrows Village, on the death of her son just hours ago.


Dear Gladys,
I am writing this to you as I sit with your son while awaiting the undertaker to come and take his body.

My heart is breaking for you and your loss. I pray you will feel God’s love and comfort in your soul and know the peace that only He can give at this time.

On Friday, as I walked down the hall of the hospice, I felt drawn to your sons bedside. When I found out he was your dear son, I understood why.

I spent time at his bedside on Friday and Saturday ,though I doubt he understood who I was, as his oxygen saturation was very low even with oxygen on.

He spoke to me in ½ English and ½ Zulu and smiled when I told him he looked just like you.He said in Zulu”I am tired of being in bed and want to sit outside in the sun”(translated by a caregiver). I ask Sister Ana but she said perhaps tomorrow,so I opened the curtains and let in the sunshine and he said”thank you”

At one point he reached up with his hand and cupped my face very tenderly. I smiled and did the same to him. He then said ”my sister”. I don,t know if he was referring to his sister or calling me” his sister”,but it was a “holy” moment.

Gladys, I don’t believe in putting my spiritual beliefs onto someone else, so the only thing I said to him was “God loves you, so rest peacefully”

Last night I ask Sister if she would have someone knock on the door if he became worse(I now live in the motor home), but I guess she was unable to as I did not hear of his death until this morning.I do not blame Sister for not waking me but I do blame myself for not sitting with him through the night. I have ask God’s forgiveness, your sons forgiveness and I also ask yours.

As soon as I heard I went to his bedside and prayed for him until they came for his body. Corine, also, came in while I was there and said a prayer.

. I wish I had a lot of money, but perhaps this small amount will help you. You have been so kind, gracious, and helpful to me from the first day I arrived from America and I am very grateful.

May the Lord bless you and comfort you and give you peace.

(Nurse) Marie McGee


PS "Sister" is what the Charge Nurses are called

I also had the opportunity to spend quality time with a 9 yr. old named Abigail, who is in isolation as the (hopefully) last chicken pox victim. She is in a room all by herself and these children are never alone. So I brought her some books and we spent happy times reading about Indians and Lady and the tramp etc. I've been blessed by her gentle spirit.

1 Comments:

  • At Mon Jun 26, 07:15:00 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    You are truely God's gift and his special angel for all mankind. I am honored to know you and blessed to be one of your countless of friends. We all should take a lesson from you, my friend of humility and compassion and pure unconditional love for others and less on our selfish selves. Love you and Bless You........Mary Sunshine
    PS.....received the postcard from Africa...its on the fridge...came when I most needed you....Thank You

     

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