There is no good way to say it. My sweet little Origami folder died.He was barely 6 years old,loved his dino-snores,(dinosaurs) and really didn’t have a chance. He was one of my adopted 4, the one who spent more time in the hospital than at home. It is amazing how often he managed to ignore everything that was going on in his life though. He was the sweetest child. He would intuitively know when someone else was hurting and give them the biggest hugs!!I am hoping that he will have a safe home to the great Spirit.
English: Origami Ninja Star (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
This was not a conversation I wanted at 4:30 on a Monday morning. Honestly I didn’t want to be awake at 4:30 in the morning. I was scheduled to start my day an hour later.But with seven children,one who is severely medically fragile things very rarely go as planned. Actually, lately, nothing has been going as planned. But those issues are other blog posts. Back to Nadav and the dinos
Nadav is dino Crazy!He has dozens of plastic ones, books about them and makes them out of origami. (He’s also an origami fanatic). When he goes to the hospital, they put dinos on everything they can put a sticker on. He even has a giant stuffed dinosaur that’s nearly as big as he is that he drags…well just about everywhere. And I can’t blame him. I’f I’d had the start in life that he got, I’d be lugging a stuffed dino too. Lately he’s been having more and more issues with treatment reactions.
So at 4 am he started projectile vomiting. He was seriously upset about it. Not because he felt horrible,but because he woke me up. How many kids who are that sick worry about waking up their parents? I got him cleaned up and comforted and ready to try sleeping again. The whole time he just kept signing “I’m sorry.” It was heart breaking really. Right when I put him to bed, he hit me with his real issue. “Are there dinosaurs in heaven?”
I didn’t know how to answer that. “Do you want them?” was the best that I could do at the time. I was sort of in shock by the question. Talking about death with a six year old wasn’t ever something I’d prepared for. We have never actually talked about death and dying. Or that its a very real probability in his near future because of his combination of illnesses.But Nadav was totally sure what he wanted. “there are.”
I hope that he’s right. I hope that whenever he gets to heaven, at least for a while, there will be dinosaurs.