When she entered our family, there was not too much that was known about her condition. People told us to put her away and forget she existed. Daddy told us we could not tell anyone about her, but we would keep her. We prayed for her to live and God answered our prayers and blessed us beyond any blessing one could imagine. Daddy came to terms with the fact that he had fathered a child that was not "Perfect." She wrapped him around her little finger and she thrived.
When she was about five years old, she finally learned to walk and talk. When she was seven she started school. She graduated when she was 21. She learned many things and she was wise beyond expectations. She loved to read and spent many hours reading Brides magazine and Louis Lamour books. She did not want us to know she could read so if she thought we were watching her, she would turn the book upside down. She knew if we knew she could read we would expect more from her. She had only one job in her short life. It lasted one afternoon. When I asked her why she was fired, she told me it was because she took too many coffee breaks.
She loved to go to the movies and out to dinner. After daddy died, she and mama would go out at least once a week. She always asked mama to take them out with the promise that she would pay. When the check came or when it was time to buy the movie tickets, she would conveniently forget her money. Little did she know that the check mama wrote often came from her account.
She loved to dance and dreamed of one day being married. She was going to marry Tom Cruise or Elvis or Tom Selleck. We would tell her that it was her job to stay home and take care of mama. She did. Every night as soon as the sun would go down, she would go though the house and turn on the lights and close the curtains. It was like clockwork. You could not convince her to leave the lights off or the curtains open if the sun was down.
Sometimes she reminded me of Rainman. She had to be home at 5 o'clock every evening because that was what time Judge Wapner came on the TV. It did not matter where they were or what they were doing, if it got close to five o'clock they had to stop and head home. She knew exactly how long it would take to get home from where ever they were.
She was the delight of all of our lives. I miss her terribly. She is the favorite sister I mentioned in 100 things about me. ( I am crying. I thought I could do this.)
She is mama's and daddy's 12th child and my baby sister, Megan Marie Higgins.
This is a poem my brother wrote to her after she left us.
Oh Missy Meg, Our Meg-A-Loo
Our hearts are sore and missing you.
You snuck away and left us here,
But as you left, we heard you cheer.
"I'm going home, at last I'm free,
And God will hold me lovingly.
No more contraptured, bound and lame
No "Rhino-Runt" in Daniel's game." (don't ask me to explain this)
"I am alive, the earth is dead.
I hope you get that through your head.
You all suffer, whine and groan
But I am at your true love's throne."
With hale and fullsome happy heart,
I've left you all, I did my part.
I am now really truly His.
I am now where forever is."
Wait for us, sis, we will be there soon and then we will be family again.
I love you and miss you.
Taken @ midnight also, but with a flash.
The women make these straw bags. They would like to have a way to market them in the U.S.
Hand carved wooden plate and fruits and vegetables.
A Millipede. Easily five inches long.
That is a quarter above this moth. Just to give an idea of it's size.
He wants Cowboy things. Finally found something at Target. We headed back to the motel and gave Cooper his birthday present. We then went out to Birthday Dinner at Burgerville and back to the motel. Dave came over for a few minutes after he got off work, then he and Tricia went home leaving the boys with us. In the morning the boys and I went downstairs to the Continental breakfast. YUK!!! The boys enjoyed it though, then it was off for another dip in the pool before their parents came back. After we checked out, we went to Tricia's until Dave left for work and then the five of us headed back to Washington Square. Dear, dear Papa ( did I ever tell you he rocks?) once again took the boys and Tricia and I had a couple of sweet hours going through the stores. It was great. I actually did not buy anything and I really "wanted" to. Then it was back home where Ben
built this 
for a Lego contest. I think the winner gets a cruise for his family. We left Vancover at 6:30 pm for the drive home. It took a little longer than usual, because of the Thanksgiving traffic, but we were home by 10:30 pm.
They surrounded our car and welcomed us with singing and clapping
I was so overwhelmed I had to stay in the car for a while. I did not want to intrude on Msoshi and Rebeka's time. Msoshi came and got me from the car.
Song leader.
and offerings.
Widows
Orphans
This lady wanted to be sure I got a picture of this little orphan girl. After several tries, this was the best I got. She kept putting her hand up in front of her face.
Just me and a few new friends.
I do not know why I did not take pictures of Adults at this camp. Maybe because I was still reeling from my day at Nyaragusu. Maybe because I can still see hope and light in the Childrens eyes.
