Another burial

Job was one of the little guys that I visited periodically. He was a 4 year old boy with very severe cerebral palsy and often had more than 20 seizures a day, even on medication. Sadly, he died last week Wednesday and the burial was Thursday morning. His family knows they will see their child again, with a restored body and a fully functioning mind and they know his struggles are over so the burial was not a horribly tragic day. However, it is still hard to see the grief of a mother over the loss of her child. Innocent (Job’s mother) was a great example to her community. It is so common for a family to have a handicapped child and literally neglect them to death. The reasoning is that this child will never contribute to the family so why bother to “waste” resources on them. But this family did so well. Job’s family was told that he died of malaria which I seriously doubt as he became sick Monday, they took him to the hospital Tuesday and he had passed away by Wednesday. It seems that somehow the hospital killed him but that isn’t something that I’m going to even think about further. The point of this post is that I feel like I'm getting really good at attending burials and I don't like it.