Monday morning Krystle and I took Moses back to the hospital. After being there from 8:30am until around noon, and some blood-work and x-rays later, the doctors decided to admit him. They wanted to treat him for pneumonia and malnutrition. It was terrible watching him get poked with needles, but we knew it would be for the better if this helped him grow healthy.
Krystle volunteered to stay at the hospital, as I have been trying to get some time in by myself with Gary and Lisa Black. It was hard to leave them there; I’ve felt like he is my responsibility, and I didn’t want it to seem like I was passing that off when it wasn’t convenient for me. Aaron reassured me that that wasn’t the case, and I was beginning to feel at peace about not being there with Moses. So I had dinner and stayed overnight at the Blacks.
This morning around quarter to six Gary came in the room to tell me that Moses had passed away about a half hour earlier. I talked with Molly to get a bit more detail, and apparently he just stopped breathing.
It has been a roller-coaster day. Aaron and I rode down to Nsoko to meet up with Pastor Gift to go tell Pelile. We ended up not being directly there when Gift told her, because he felt it would be more appropriate to have some of the women from the community there. We waited at the Carepoint and worked out some of the funeral arrangements. Gift said Pelile was crying, but consolable.
I have been a mess all day. Back and forth-sometimes laughing while we play cards, and other times breaking down to the Nisela staff as I explain why we’re back (Nisela is the reserve we stayed at during our time in Nsoko). I know that this was all a part of God’s plan…and that because of Moses, hopefully awareness has been raised about situations like this.
My question for you is, what will you do? I’m not worried about being comforted, mourning will run it’s course. I want to know what you, my family, my friends, my supporters, the people I trust…what will you do to prevent this from happening again? What will you do to encourage me to never be the same; to never take life for granted; to never waste a second thinking about what I can do for someone else’s life.
