day’s activities.
losing a child is the worst of pain. i saw my father break down when one of my brothers died. he was sitting between two of his medical doctor friends who took him to another room. but as of that moment, he never again allowed himself to love a child. my sister also lost a child: a five-year old. the death of her daughter broke not only her heart, but also her fragile health.
yesterday, i spent the afternoon at the hospital being treated for an infected foot. so i did not learn about the tragedy until supper time when i turned on the television to watch the news. i 