No apologies

I make no apologies for reblogging about a very special little girl who was so tragically taken from us on Sunday.
This is difficult to write but I feel that it has to be shared.
Today we laid her to rest.
The funeral started at her home, the one she shared with her foster mum and 2 foster siblings, Musa looked very bewildered and Vivi didn't really know what was going on. A collection was then made to help with the funeral costs.
 After much singing, Rahma was bought into the room, after prayers the top 1/4 of the casket was opened to reveal her face, people were invited to walk around the casket to pay their last respects. I found the opening of the casket the most harrowing experience, seeing that little one in a place where she should not have been. She had been dressed in white cloth with small cotton roses around her neckline. Strangely, people took photographs of her, apparently this is quite normal. we then went to the burial ground where, after more prayers and Rahma being laid to rest. I was given the honour by Batilda, her mother, of placing a flower on the grave on behalf of all volunteers past and present. This I did on their behalf as I know that there are many people scattered over the globe who have their own special memories of Rahma. I also gave Batilda a card signed by me and mentioning that many people have sent their best wishes via the social media
I returned to Rahma's home in the back of a truck where we sat and spoke of our memories of her.
It was a difficult day but one that I had to go through, never in my wildest dreams did I think that the start of my retirement would be like this.
I hope that Batilda, her family and those close to her can look back with pride knowing that, as short as Rahma's life was, it was filled with love
Sleep well sweet one xx