I would gladly trade today’s news for Alexander’s mishaps, even borrowing his string of descriptors fails to capture the awfulness of today. Erica’s mother passed away this morning. Though she was quite ill, her death was still shocking – all expectations were that she would recover. Erica and Iren have returned to Manado for the services and to discuss the plan for Erica. With her mother’s passing and her father having taken off before she was born, Erica is left without a biological parent to play a significant role in her life, which further compounds the sadness of the situation.
My reference to the child’s title has nothing to do with the book’s theme, rather it is connected to my compulsion to lie on the floor, kicking and screaming that it isn’t fair that this young woman was taken from the planet so soon and her beautiful young daughter won’t remember her mother and will likely never meet her father. This child-like tantrum is so tempting because no words alone are adequate to capture the grief of the day, no notion of fairness in the world is fulfilled when considering the situation, and no other action seems more effective in handling the sorrow and anger.
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