sadness moment
Sadness Moment
Life is so volatile in the morning she looks gorgeous, magnificent, vigorous she can even dazzle like an éclat, and when the night is nigh she vanishes like a vapor. She goes away without giving any notice or taking any consideration. She leaves with no indication regardless whom she might affect. Oh life where is your heart? Life where is your compassion?
Born in March 1984 in Boston Massachusetts my nephew Philip was a very bright, well mannered young man. At an early age he was sent to the country of his roots. His mother and father were originally born in Haiti located in the heart of the Caribbean. He was sent overseas to learn about his ancestors and their culture. He was there during a period of his infancy to appreciate Haiti’s picturesque mountains views and peaceful sandy beaches. He was also aboard to learn about the country’s language, the people and overall their lifestyle. After a couple of years he returned to the United States where he can get acquainted to his own culture and to further his education. Philip was a smart young man. He was a musician, a poet, and an artist. He always enjoyed writing about his family whom he loved dearly. Often times when everyone is hustle ling and bustle ling by the vicissitude of life Philip in his serene moment limned the peaceful waves of a brighter aurora. In 2001 after successfully completing his high school studies he decided to go to George Washington University to pursue a career in Political Sciences. Philip had a bright future ahead of him. He was intelligent, kind and compassionate. My nephew lived in West Orange New Jersey before he went to college. He was a very active and well known in his community. He had participated in several youth programs, and he had accomplished one of his biggest goals when he won the one week try out to be the mayor of New Jersey. He had the privilege to be the mayor of his city for a whole week. Philip was also very caring while in college he would invite homeless people in the Marvin center in Washington D.C to buy them food. I have always envisioned my nephew to accomplish great dreams in his life. It has always been grueling for me to cope with the reality. Through that experience I have learned to see him through the eyes of my oldest daughter Thaina because they have similitude of character.
Even though my youngest daughter Patrice was very attached to her sister Thaina after graduated from junior high school, we as a family had decided for her to experience the boarding school at Pine Forge in Pennsylvania where we thought she would acquire the most distinguished Christian education. Patrice was 10 years old at the time and Thaina was 14. Patrice remembered when everyone met at my house in Brocton Massachusetts where we were fixing things before leaving. She recalled that we traveled with my sister and her family because my niece Barlynn was going to attend Pine Forge as well. We drove in a 12 passengers van because it was a lot of us and we also needed space for the kids lug gages. When we got to Pine Forge, we fixed the room Thaina roomed with her cousin Barlynn. Their room was the nicest and everyone wanted to have their room Patrice said.” When it comes the time for us to leave it was heartbreaking everyone was crying. We really didn’t want to leave. We were stalling she said. In our way back the van was silent as falling leaves. My husband’s perspective was a little deeper than my daughter’s point of view. When I interviewed him he said when we were driving to Pine Forge and he started to see the bushes, suddenly he began to develop some worries. He had said to himself: “My daughter is so young and I am going to drop her so far away to the boom docks.” However when we got there the people were very friendly then he started to get comfortable. Nevertheless when it was time for us to leave the painful feeling started to reoccur. My husband said he kept asking Thaina “Are you ok? Are you going to be all right? When Thaina answered positively that gave him comfort he said, but I still gave her my debit card to use in case she wants anything or if she wants to use it in case she wants to come back home. We prayed and cried together then we left.
Letting Thaina go at that very young age even it was for her best was a painful experience for me.
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