Bill Sandusky's brother, Marvin, shares some terrible news; and now Bill is reeling from shock...
I don't know what to make of the call that I just got; it doesn't seem possible; but it seems that my one niece, Cajun Marie, has died...
I was at work, when my boss came over and told me that I had a phone call; from the sound of the caller on the other end, he said that the call sounded pretty urgent, so he had me take it. Now I wish I hadn't: one minute, I was working and looking forward to the Christmas holiday, and now, I was dealing with the sudden death of my little niece, Cajun Marie, who was only six-and-a-half years old.
Cajun Marie had been born with a lot of physical problems that severely curtailed her way of life. She was blind, was unable to speak or even think on her own (she was profoundly mentally disabled, with an I.Q. of below 30), was fed by way of a tube that had been permanently inserted into her belly (she was unable to chew or swallow; she was prone to choking), and wasn't able to do much for herself. She spent most of her days lying in a bed or sitting in a wheelchair; and she required much in the way of medical care around the clock. She was prone to frightening respiratory crises that often put her into the hospital, and it was during one of these crises when she ended up in the hospital and died just a short time ago.
Cajun was born in Korea, and as a baby she had been flown to America, where she was put up for adoption. Nobody seemed interested in a child with so many significant health needs, but then my brother, Marvin, and his wife, Antoinette, heard about her, and they proceeded in taking the necessary steps in adopting her. About a year later, little Cajun (then known by another name, her Korean name) was then readied for their home in Memphis, where Marvin and his family lived; and she soon became their little daughter. At the first sight of this child with the soft, silky black hair, uptilted eyes of soft brown, and round olive-tan face, they were immediately smitten, and they decided on calling her Cajun Marie, as a tribute to Toni's Cajun heritage (plus they thought it would make a pretty name for a little girl).
For the past several years, Cajun grew from a pretty baby into a lovely young child with an engaging smile and an easy going personality: she rarely, if ever cried; and she enjoyed being around people. She seemed happy and charming in her own special way, and she had a way of wrapping her little self around her family's hearts (and all those who came into contact with her). I remember holding her in my arms on many occasions, singing to her in my (sometimes) offkey way, planting kisses on her tiny, upturned nose, and just watching the smile break out on her little face. She loved it when we interacted with her, and even though she was deaf and blind, she knew in her own way that people were there, and she reacted accordingly. She was tiny for her age: at six, she looked no older than three, and she was very scrawny in build; but still, she was a beautiful child who could melt even the hardest of hearts.
Whenever Cajun became sick, we always fretted, and my brothers (plus myself and my family) would have daily prayer sessions, asking the Lord to watch over and keep little Cajun safe; and we asked Him to heal her (which He often did, on more than one occasion). When we were in Memphis (or Marvin was here in Nashville), we would spend many an hour with Cajun as she lay in bed, fighting for every ounce of her little life, praying over her, weeping over her, just standing over her, praying, hoping, ever watching. It was so hard seeing her lie so still, tubes and lines hooked up to her, in the bed, but we remained ever hopeful that God would deliver her from the valley once again.
But this time, God had other plans. He decided that this special child had had enough, so He decided to ease her suffering and take her home to be with Him in Heaven. Little Cajun Marie Sandusky, aged six, was now finally at peace, with a new body, and she was with Jesus.
Cajun was God's special child indeed and is his angel. He loves his angels and take comfort in this. Also be glad that you did have her and knew someone loved her for this amount of time.
bill's shock and grief over what happened is clearly evident in this write. but you and i know--as well as bill--that God is in control. in the midst of grieving, we can turn to Him for strength when ours has disappeared; we can lean on Him when our weary bodies can take no more; we can cry and He will listen to our screams and will take our burdens on His shoulders. He will dry our tears.
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I don't know what to make of the call that I just got; it doesn't seem possible; but it seems that my one niece, Cajun Marie, has died...
