(The final of four new reflections from a Dutch women in a São Paulo prison. We call her Fifi. In this reflection, she keeps alive the memory of her son, Mikai who died within a week of his birth. Please pray for the Fifi and her son Mikai. Please also keep the incarcerated women in São Paulo’s prisons in your prayers. Fifi has given her permission to share her reflection via this blog post although her name has been changed.)
Sometimes I am looking back to the worst moment (of my life) the death of my son and depression. Then I start thinking; Wow, was I in my depression.
It is hard to lose your child and keep asking “Why?” and “Why me?”
I know now that he is healthy/happy and being taking care of. Even if he is not here anymore, he is with me every moment of the day. He is watching over me in my dreams, at work, everywhere I am. One day I will be together with him and we will be a family again.
Him and God give me the power to get out of my depression. I am thankful for that
Now I am only thinking about the nice moments we had together. Today I am laughing and not crying.
I am proud to be your mommy and to be called mommy (by you.) Thank you Mikai, my beautiful son. I love you!
(The third of four new reflections from a Dutch women in a São Paulo prison. We call her Fifi. In this reflection, she sends a short note to her son, Mikai who died within a week of his birth. Please think about and pray for the Fifi and her son Mikai. Please also keep the incarcerated women in São Paulo’s prisons in your thoughts and prayers. Fifi has given her permission to share her reflection via this blog post although her name has been changed.)
Everyone goes one day to heaven. Some sooner than the others.
Children are meant to survive their parents. They are not meant to go first. Unfortunately, the Lord sometimes has other plans for the children. They go up the stairs of heaven first; before the parents.
One day they will all be together again when the Lord wants it. When that happens, the parents go up the stairs of heaven and the child is waiting behind the gate.
One day I will have you in my arms again when the Lord wants it. I love you.
The Meeting of the Rivers near Manaus Brazil.
(I received four reflections from Fifi (a Dutch woman) this week so I will post them over the next several days. This is the 9th in a series of refections by foreign women prisoners in Brazil and the fifth by Fifi. In this reflection, Fifi SCREAMS and then feels a little calmer. I hope by writing her reflections she feels a little calmer too. Please think about and pray for the author “Fifi” and all the incarcerated women in São Paulo’s prisons. Fifi has given her permission to share her reflection via this blog post although her name has been changed.)
Anger/aggression/sadness and frustration; where is it coming from? I have no idea but sometimes I just don’t wanna feel it.
Just to feel nothing for a short while, feel complete peace.
Only me in a place and to scream all the feelings out, letting myself go for one time.
To cry/laugh/scream, to throw everything out. And to be calm again and to go to a fresh place in the world.
(Tiago’s note–This is the fifth in a series of refections by women prisoners in Brazil. The women have given their permission for this blog post although their names have been changed.
In this reflection, Fifi shares the feeling she has being incarcerated shortly after losing her one-week old son. Please think about and pray for the deceased child, the author “Fifi” and the other women in prisons throughout the world. Let’s ask Him to provide them with the strength to carry on in these dark places.)
To be a human is to feel pain, sadness, happiness, and love. But for me, feeling like a human sucks.
If I could go to heaven, I would tell my son how much I love him, I miss him, and ask him how he is doing. I would ask him if he is happy and if he is proud of me for doing everything I could do until his last breath.
I also wanna tell him how proud I am of him, how he fought for his life, but it was not meant to be, to be a (long) life.
Then I want to come back to earth and live a life like a normal human being. This is what it feels like to be a human right now for me.
“Hello, thank you for your message, when you are in touch and see “my daughter”, I feel calmer.”
Sometimes, I believe, the families of the foreign women we meet in their prison have it the hardest.
Please pray for the anxious parents.
The City of Sao Paulo recently cut down a large, old tree sticking out of a sidewalk that is on the way to Portuguese class. Now I’m not sure if you are a tree expert…I’m not…but judging by the size of the trunk, this tree must have been over 100 years old. The tree looked healthy and green and offered me as short moment out of the hot Brazilian sun as I walked under it everyday. So its hard to tell why the city cut it down.
Imagine for a minute what sights and sounds this tree must have witnessed as the city grew up around it. How many Paulistas must have used this tree for shade over the years like I did.
I’m not really sure why I’m sharing this story with you but I felt a certain sadness for the tree and those moments lost forever.