15.08.13

One of the young boys with Multiple Sclerosis at Hope Home passed away in the early hours of this morning. He has clearly touched so many hearts in this world. I  feel honored to have met him if only for a few hours, he had a smile to break hearts. Yesterday it was so clear that he wasn’t smiling anymore.

Talking with Judy we both believe that in heaven, the next life, your spirit, your soul, however you wish to interpret it, there is no longer pain, no longer suffering, that all children are painless, able to run around, able to be a child. I hear my mum tell me she loves me and give me hugs more now than I did in the last few years of her life. I don’t think it matters what we believe in, I personally don’t feel it even needs to be debated, all that matters is we believe, even if we believe just in one life, it is our own truth.

Uzma and I ran a workshop that morning, alongside Fred my little mascot. For the children at Starfish Home. A residential home for street children from desperate family situations.

The workshop is very different from my work with children as an Art Therapist. I wondered about how I felt changing hats for this role. But I realise even in my future role at the Cafe (here’s hoping), that hat is never going to come off, it is a part of who I am, and how I give.

Without even knowing what had happened at this point, today I believe this was exactly as it was meant to be, as it was full of life, color, laughter, fun and joy for every single adult and child involved.

Alex ran a workshop (name to add) in the afternoon.

We were working with the concept of surrealism. Without looking we drew each other. A little concerning that I have two heads, but as they say two heads are always better than one!!

To life.

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