But The Truth Remains: You're Gone...

It's been a rough week. Between some disappointments here and Chris leaving, I haven't really been feeling much like blogging. Especially since the time it takes for the internet to connect just adds to my frustration...

I felt like I couldn't really write about places here that have let us down, that feels a little slander-ish and unnecessary...so, if you can't say anything nice...right?

And then we spent the weekend saying Chris' goodbyes. I know that I am a cry-baby by nature, but watching other people say goodbye kills me. (That's why I cry so much in the series finale of Boy Meets World...they had been friends for years...it was the end of an era.)

All this to say, I cried A LOT this week...and already have had a few times since yesterday when I've thought, "oh! I can't wait to tell Chris..." and then remembered he's not here...boo.

On Monday night, we had some of our very best friends over for dinner...Of course, Charlotte was here and we spent most of the evening entertaining her.
After dinner, Chris went around the room and affirmed each person. I cried the entire time, obviously, especially when he was encouraging Ayub, Andrew and Cleophas (three men that work on our compound).

Then, to lighten the mood, Chris did some of his tricks: kicking the lamp, spinning on the pole outside, rapping...
Yesterday, he had to say goodbye at Oasis...Daina and I cried all morning...
Here's Chris sharing his heart with these kids and then Steward prayed for him on behalf of Oasis...when Chris got choked up...oh man, I lost it.

I also lost it when he fell backwards and broke this chair...and then set it up nicely so we could get the next person that came in. We thought it would be Andrew, but it was crying Daina...which only made it funnier...(sorry Daina).


Talking to and challenging the Oasis boys...

We took a dozen photos at the airport, but haven't loaded them yet...Ayub came to the airport with us because he'd "never seen a plane on the ground...only in the air". He was very, very funny to watch as the plane landed and then took off...He wanted to ask if he could sit on the plane for just one minute, but the stewardess (or air hostess as they are called here) was not very kind. When we got back in the car Ayub said, "Yes. I will host a fundraiser...and try to buy a plane ticket for me. From Kitale to Nairobi and then I will bus back...I want to go on an airplane (which he pronounces air-o-plane)!"

Then we came home and went our own separate ways: reading, watching TV. We had dinner and watched "Christmas Vacation" because Andrew had never seen it. He's also never eaten at Chipotle. I told him he must have terrible friends...

Chris, we miss you already...it's weird to live in Kenya without you...