INNOCENCE
As a child, my closest friend was my cousin Jerome. A cousin of his (on his father's side was a delightful young girl named Barbara). We, three I was told were inseparable as playmates. And found great joy being with each other.
When I was five, Barbara came down with Rheumatic Fever and died. It was, perhaps my first brush with death (although my brother, Wynant passed away the same year).
Looking back, I sometimes question why such innocence is taken away. God's plan is very hard to comprehend for an adult much less a child. And while all my memories of Barbara have faded over time, I look at the picture (below) of myself, Barbara and Jerome swimming in a local river and I think we thought we would be friends forever. Perhaps, it was my innocence.
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