May 29 Son (Katie)

After hugs and goodbyes at Thua's house, we traveled on to honor Son by burning incense at her grave. This is a short post, but as this whole journey started with her, I feel she should have her own post and not be grouped in with our other visits. She was a beautiful lady who had a very hard life filled with more hardships that most bear. A childhood defined by war (during which she lost her foot to an explosion at 12 years old), the loss of her father during the war, the death of her husband, the death of her 12-year-old daughter due to a brain tumor, a stroke that limited her ability to move and speak, and a life of extreme poverty and pain. I'm very grateful that my dad found her in time to add happiness to the last couple years of her life and ease some of her pain. It is a great thing to be remembered, loved, and cared for and Son was all of those things from my father and all of those who contributed to support her.



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  1. Johna HemmelgarnMay 30, 2018 at 6:29 PM

    Beautiful sentiments, Katie. Perfectly put description of this story that needed to be told. I am humbled by this journey your dad has taken and so proud of you and your beautiful daughter, Kira.

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    1. Neil HannanJune 1, 2018 at 9:55 PM

      Thank YOU for supporting the effort to help the poor, disabled folks in Vietnam! Katie

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