
You know how they say, when it rains it pours? Well, that's kinda how I've felt about our encounters with death in the past year to year and a half. I have been to or known of more funerals or passings than I ever have. And no matter who it is, or how old they are, the effects are the same. We always wish we had more time with them...one more day. What would you say? How would you treat them?
Well, I had to tell this story. I have a friend(s) who are wonderful people. Ever since I have known them, they have been taking care of others. In addition to their own 3 children, it seems like they always had at least one other child tagging along. Usually, it was someone they were realted to, but they were treating them as one of their own. And it was never easy, they were in and out of their lives, not knowing what the circumstances surrounding their stay was going to be, how long they'd be there or if they would be back. And we on the outside couldn't really tell if the children really understood or appreciated all these people were doing for them. They have even gone to the extreme of adopting one of them and permanently including them as part of their family. But, what seemed extra-ordinary to us, was second nature to them.
Fast forward a few years. They were visiting their nephew (who had previously been with them for a period) ,who had been diagnosed with leukemia, as he was getting treatment. While they were there, they noticed a young girl who never seemed to get visitors. Long story short, they got custody of her and took her home, all the while knowing of her serious condition of cancer. When they brought her home, she was in a wheelchair. The cancer in the bone in her leg was so bad that she couldn't walk. After surgery, things were better and life seemed to be taking a turn for the normal. What, at first, looked like a good deed, was quickly turning into a wonderful love and bond with this young girl. She was 6 at the time. My friends took her to church, opened their home and did their best to show her all the love and care that a normal family would. After a while, I noticed that their children were calling her sister and just accepting her as their own.
From what I hear, Monique was a wonderful child. She always had a smile and was loved by everyone. After almost 3 years of living with Clay and Tresea, it became apparent that she would soon pass away. The cancer had come back in more than one place and the pain was almost unbearable by the young child.
Monday, July 27th, Monique passed away. But, thanks to Clay and Tresea and their family, she went with the love from a family that truly treasured her and was thankful for the time that they had to spend with her. Monique is gone, but her influence and memories have forever changed my friends. They are one of a kind, and I am so thankful for the love that God has put in their hearts for hurting children. They are definitely a hero in my book.
The following is a poem that Shelley, one of Clay and Tresea's daughters wrote about Monique:
She came to us in need of Love
In need of love and care
We planned for her to heal and grow
Her life for God to spare.
But what we want and what God does
Is often not the same
And if we question the will of God
What we should feel is shame.
Her life began like a small cacoon
and its hard to say goodbye
But God had plans for this little girl
So, she became His butterfly!