Dear Malachi,
December 1, 2018
You’ve decided to come 28 days early. If you are ready then so are we. I’m praying for you so hard right now. My team and squad are praying so hard for you. A squad all the way in Swaziland is praying for you, my sweet boy. We are praying that God heals your heart. I wish i could hold you. I wish I could be with your momma telling her how amazing she is, that she is a strong woman and I couldn’t ask for a better sister. I knew the sacrfice that I would take to pack my bags and leave for 9 months. But it still hurts when you are thousands of miles away. I have so much hope for you. This is going to be a testimony- the fact that you beat death. You looked death in the face, said not today!, and grew as a healthy boy. I’m gonna warn you now… our family is crazy. We are loud, bold and most of the time outrageous. For example, never ask the whole family to play uno. We destroy each other and most of the time disown one another! God made you strong, cause your last name is Tyree. Malachi Griffin. Son of the Kingdom. That’s who you are! Your testimony has a message for this family and the people around us. We may not know the message yet… but when we do God will hold us and never leave us. Life can get a little rocky sometimes, but there’s always a bigger picture. For me it’s to see God still on his throne and one day I will be sitting right next to my King. Your aunty loves you so much. Get ready for this crazy thing called life.
Love your favorite auntie ( sorry to all the other aunties)
Camille Janay Tyree
Dear Malachi,
December 5, 2018
Words can not explain the pain and sorrow I feel right now. We loved you so much sweet boy. Your uncle Pepe and Aunty Keesha couldn’t wait to show you round the house. The same goes for the rest of the family! I was woken up to a call from your Lala telling me that you didn’t make it. A rush of anger ran through my body. I fell to my knees and asked God why! I was so confident that you would make it through, when the doctors said you wouldn’t…. It was so hard telling your aunties back at home and the one in Africa that you weren’t with us anymore. I have shed a lot of tears and said lots of unkind words, but I feel peace. After I found out I went on a run. I didn’t want to sit in my bed or on the couch where everyone could see me in tears. I let God get close to me. I cried out. And let me tell you, He answered. He told me, “I want you to feel the burn from your calves.” So I ran faster. Then he said, “I want you to feel and hear the breath that is coming out of your mouth”. Then he said to me, “I want you to feel the vessels working in your heart pumping blood into your veins. Run faster and harder. Feel it.” Trust me, I felt it! But as a father whispers into his child’s ear, I heard, “Your family beats for Malachi. His mother’s heart beats for him. Your best friend’s beats for him. Your leadership beats for him. Your team beats for him and your squads beats for Malachi.” Not knowing what to think of this I asked God another question. It was simple, but so complex. “Why?” I sat, listened, and waited. I did all the fancy things you do when you wait on him. He said, “Because I love you. (Ummm okay I know that, but…) Since I love you so much, Malachi gets to come home to me. Right where he needs to be. But your hearts beats for him. So I will beat for you.” You beat death. You have no more pain. No more tears. You can breathe, my boy. Everything in my bones wishes you could be here. But the promise that I stand on is that there will a be a day when I come home and you, and of course George Wendell Tyree, will be waiting there. I have learned that most of the times I don’t like how God does things. But the day of your funeral I got another answer why.
Your surgeon was a Hindu. He is a wonderful man and I bet you knew that through the way he loved you. Your Lala had so much faith. She would tell him that she believed that with faith God will heal your heart. He would always respond with “that’s a good outlook on it.” He came to your funeral. He sat right next to your mother. As he saw your mother, Lala and I talk about how Jesus is still faithful during this time of sorrow, he began to cry. After the service he came up to us and said, “I now see the hope you were talking about.” Malachi, he saw King Jesus. He felt the presence of the creator. Your life was a short 5 days. But the hard truth is God can work through a hard death and make it beautiful. At the end of the day I wish you were here. So many memories were going through my head that didn’t get to happen. It makes my heart ache. But God works in a lot of different ways. And most of the time it doesn’t make sense. Through the faith our family has, a Hindu man saw the face of King Jesus, and I couldn’t be more at peace. So for that, I lay it down. I love you so much Malachi Griffin Tyree.
Rest in Peace my sweet Boy.
Love and Peace,Camille Janay Tyree
