When I got home tonight, my mom told me that Baby passed away this morning. Baby was Happy’s youngest daughter and youngest child for nearly 20 years. Baby was diagnoised with cancer earlier this year, already at stage four.
I remember the last time we saw her was this summer at Home Depot in Marina Del Rey. She was working and saw the kids and called out to them. I was going to say something back to her, but it dawned on me that I didn’t know her real name and that I probably shouldn’t yell out “Baby!” at her place of work, so instead I just waved.
Her name was Candace. And she wasn’t that old. And she’s left behind two barely adult children and a grandson. A grieving mother, three sisters, and a brother. A host of nieces and nephews and cousins.
It is during times like these, I have to repeat my mantra, “God is good. God is good.” Her family is in my prayers. I pray that they are comforted and given some peace by knowing that she has finally heard those long awaited words, “Well done, my good and faithful one. Well done.”
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