B-dubs

My dad says he is going to Buffalo Wild Wings this weekend, and man, I miss that place.
I was thinking death was such a sad subject, i better spice this blog up with some happiness, so B-dubs makes me happy, there we go.

Death is this crazy thing here. It comes and goes like the wind. Every time I turn around, it's there, right in your face. Right there, always.
Here they tell me that when you die, you don't really die, but you live on. You live on through other people.
This morning I was supposed to go visit a school, but my counterpart messaged me saying he couldn't come because his niece had just died. Like today I'm starting to become not as surprised, but sometimes it just hits me differently. Today, it made me sad.
Just yesturday, a P.7 girl at my school asked me why there is so much death here? She told me she hears that it's not as much or as often in other places. I told her that death is everywhere and sometimes we have no control, but that other times it was based on knowledge and how to take care of yourself through washing your hands, sleeping under a mosquito net, etc.
Death really is this crazy thing here, and sometimes it is overwhelmingly present. I wish sometimes I could play God and stop it just for a moment, at least when the children are taken away.