i saw how a baby who was 28 weeks old fought to live and eventually died.

it made me realize how short life is. it made me realize how lucky i am that i am able to experience how it is to live. and that even if life is not a bed of roses--life is beautiful.

at one point, i thought of why such a young baby should be inside an incubator fighting to live. on why his parents didn't bring him to a bigger hospital where he had better chances of living. but then again he did serve a purpose. he gave his parents a lesson. he gave everyone around him that day a lesson. he may have lived for only 11 hours, but in those 11 hours he has touched my heart.

i will not understand right now how it is to lose a child. i will not understand the pain his parents felt. what i know is that his parents may have lost a son but they have earned an angel in heaven.

and to you chester bryan (we baptized him!), my prayers will always be with your family that you have left behind. that your bothers and sisters will live a good life. and that in time no one else will die because of ignorance and poverty.