Tuesday 15 July 2008
At the hospital, outside the ICU...
Roo: Mommy, I want to see lola please!
Mommy: Roo, I'm sorry but you can't. Lola is very sick.
Roo (shouting, in a tantrum): I want to see lola! I want to sing for lola!
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Wednesday 16 July 2008
Lola passed away about 7am. In spite of everything, because I promised him earlier, I brought Roo to the beach, and we stayed there while everybody else was making arrangements for the burial. At one point, Roo asked...
Mommy, where's lola?
Lola's sleeping anak. We won't see her anymore till Jesus comes.
Daddy E and Roo stayed at home during the funeral and burial services, then came to the memorial park right after. As soon as Roo saw Lolo's very, very sad face, he bawled out loud and started crying so hard we didn't know how to comfort him!
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Thursday 17 July 2008
In the morning while we were cuddling...
Roo: Mommy, did lola die?
Mommy (choking back tears): Yes, anak. Lola died.
Roo: Why, mommy?
Mommy: She was very sick anak.
Roo: Why, mommy? Did bad people hurt her?
Mommy: No, anak. Nobody hurt lola. She just died. We don't know why she died.
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Friday 18 July 2008
Right after he woke up...
Roo (with tears in his eyes): Mommy, when I'm big, will you die also like lola, then I won't have a mommy anymore also?
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Saturday 19 July 2008
Roo: Daddy, let's go home to Thailand. I like it better in Thailand!
4 comments:
this is just all so poignantly sad..the grief of a child..ahay sakit dughan ko a.
that's so sweet of roo. and i really like that nick name.
He is so young to be going through this! I just can't imagine.
i agree, seeing a grieving child is just too much because you know that it's so pure. he'll be okay, he'll be okay.
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