Richard

Just sitting at home today doing some work for Zimbabwe and I started to think about Richard.  The boy in a previous blog, 'Something New'.  Before my second trip to Zimbabwe I received a text message that Richard passed away.  His name is not Richard, but I was using that out of respect for his privacy.  I say that for those of you who might know him and are confused by that name, but anyways I will continue to call him Richard. At Richards funeral, his Mom became very sick and also passed away the next day.
I was just rereading my blog on Richard and feeling heartbroken.  Even after a few months passing I'm not sure what I am supposed to do with this.  Is there a lesson in this or was I meant to see something from Richard.  It's hard to process the death of a 13 year old boy.
I remember sitting with him and asking, "what games do you like to play?"  I knew very well he was too sick to play soccer now, but I thought he might say soccer and how he missed it.  Instead he told me he never played games, the other kids would never let him because of his illness.  I felt about 2 feet tall at that point.  Floored by what he was telling me, my heart breaks for him in those moments still. 
Far too young, and far too little for him to experience.  Although he did experience the love of Care Workers who would do anything for him.  And he lit up to hear about his friend "George".  George Snyman had visited him the day before and became instant friends.
Feeling leveled by this today, and still processing.  But love gives us hope.

~T