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Published: Feb 2006
A Little Angel
The smell of the medicine, the smell of cafeteria.
The strong smell of the hospital.
Never shall I forget the pain we went through, the tears we cried, and the question.
Why God? Why let someone die so young and so soon? Why?
Never shall I forget how my family felt.
It felt as if someone was stabbing us from behind.
Never shall I forget the hot long night, the phone rings at night or early in the morning.
The phone ring that was telling us to get up and drive to the hospital because something was wrong.
Never shall I forget all the driving we did from one hospital to another.
Never shall I forget the hospital room where we all hung out at day and night.
Waiting for the doctor to knock on the door to give us some news.
The hard chairs or the hard floors where I used to sit at all day long or ended up falling asleep.
Never shall I forget the small incubator he was in filled with teddy bears, rosaries, and prayer notes.
Never shall I forget the tears of my nephew, coming down his face and asking why does God have to be so cruel? And why did he have to take his little brother away from him?
Never shall I forget my nephew.
How light his hair was, his skin so thin that you could see his ribs and heart pumping up and down.
His tiny feet and hands.
His blue eyes that reminded me of the light blue sky.
Never shall I forget the bright shining stars, hot humid night when he passed away.
How he was torn away from his life so young and soon.