I remember Regina

I remember Regina... her smile, her deep happy laugh, her hugs...

I remember her running bare foot along side of me, 
slapping mud on a hut as we worked side by side,
washing each others backs and

bringing a shirt to me that I had forgotten by the stream.

I remember Regina working along side Kim in the garden with her younger brother and sister, her sitting in our house

sipping chai wide eyed as she looked around her in awe of

the strange things we had in our house.

I remember Regina's hard work as she helped her family with

daily tasks of working in the garden,
grinding corn, watching babies,the list goes on...

I remembering seeing her laying 
unconscious on the dirty clinic bed, 
the veins pounding on her forehead, 
rubbing Vaseline on her cracked lips, 

hugging and crying with her mother... 
I remember watching as they laid her

in the ground, the prayer being said, 
her mother throwing in the first hand

full of dirt,  placing a rock on top of her grave.

I remember Regina as she rests in the arms of the loving Saviour

Regina died last December, we think of cranial malaria, 

she is missed, but not forgotten.