Yesterday, we buried my host sister's three-week-old daughter.
Her name was Fatoumata, and she was, of course, beautiful.
The details of her death are still too raw for me to share.
Among those she left behind are: her mother, Nana, who only cries when nobody's looking, and her twin brother, Lassina, whose odds of survival increased with her passing, but remain daunting.
And me, who is trying to find sense and meaning in something that simply has no reason.
I am sad, but mostly angry - and I hope this marks the low point of my service.
4 comments:
I'm so sorry to hear that, Dan. My thoughts are with you and your host family. I don't know your host family at all, but if there's anyone that has the heart to help them through this difficult time, it's you.
Take care, buddy - we all miss you over on this side of the world.
my condolences to you and prayers to your host family, ala kan so
Your words on the phone have been haunting, Dan: "They don't cry for babies here."
Life is a harsh experience for many and sometimes requires an unnatural callousness, just to survive.
This is heartbreaking. I'm thinking of you, Dan.
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