Normally, I would grumble why on earth did my brother knock loudly on my door this morning – heck, it was at 4.00 am – but given the situation, I will shrug that one out. While I was on Facebook last night, just returning from choir practice, I had a strange urge to pray for the souls of dying ones. It just struck me then that I have to because it felt right to do just so.
I did not expect that one of the souls would be my own nephew. Well, no one expected that, of course. Who would? I believe each of us in the family – my own and my sister’s in-laws – have already planned things for the little one expected next February but God has His own. Now while I do not have much to say about the unfortunate event, I still praise the Lord for His unending kindness that He would allow us to see my nephew for the first and last time. He was a perfect, beautiful baby boy named Sigfried Nathaniel. I could imagine how it would have been if he was to be around.
Nevertheless, in our pain and grief, we know that Jesus loves him much more and we are fortunate to have a little advocate closer to the throne of the Lamb. I am not worried for him because I know, Aka Syl is already there waiting for him. 
Ah, but Lord, I pray grant us especially my sister and her husband comfort and strength. Bring little Sigfried into our Father’s heavenly kingdom, where we hope to see him once more when our time comes. Eternal rest shine upon him, Lord, and may his soul rest in peace. Amen.
Ah, but Lord, I pray grant us especially my sister and her husband comfort and strength. Bring little Sigfried into our Father’s heavenly kingdom, where we hope to see him once more when our time comes. Eternal rest shine upon him, Lord, and may his soul rest in peace. Amen.
Little Sig was buried in our own compound
