I have not been visited the children since November 2002. So it was about time to see them again and to discus business with my employees. I arrived on Marche 6th in the morning.Of course straight to the children. They were very happy to see me and curious what I brought for them. My suitcase was filled with clothes for the children. I still had my own clothes in Kenya. The children knew I was coming, I though I was going to surprise them but I could see they have expected me! to see each other again is always a big joy.After a happy meeting we went to town and decided to see Michael Oduor the boy who was hospitalized. We received a call in the afternoon with the message to come to the hospital to transfer the boy to another hospital. We went straight away. At arrival we had to wait a long time, and after my repeated questions to see the boy they informed us that it is the protocol of the hospital to wait for someone to go with us. We were finaly directed to the private ward. I had no clue at all that things were serious. I expected to see Micheal happy to see me and things will be fine cause I was there to take care about him. The caretaker Michael was asked to ented the office of the principal nurse and I had to wait in the waiting room again. Micheal returned and showed us the "it is finish movement". I screamed full disbelief no that was not possible! I saw Michael again in the mortuary. I felt very hurt we  lost a child. Totally unexpected! 

The days after we were all busy to arrange the papers to get permission to bury him We tried to locate any familymembers by informing the chief area and the police but we wanted to bury the body and give him a human funeral. So I used personal means to buy a grave and coffin. We brought Michael Oduor to Langate cemetery at March 17th. With churche members, the pastor Bill Kithinji  and friends, staff members and the other children we kept a churche service at his grave side. A few days later I returned to the Netherlands. I felt so hurt cause the boy survived 7 years at the streets. And now finally found happiness and a home he died at the age of 17. The peace in my heart came with the fact to know that the boy was saved and therefore he is in Gods hands. There are always many questions but only Gods knows the answer. We have to move on and be strong for the other boys and all those still needed to be rescued.