This is a tough one to write.
We are one less member of our flock today and the lost member is, you guessed it, our littlest one – Alkaia. She’s the one who lived, the one we pulled out of her shell. The tiny warrior who fought back.
From a purely practical point of view, this really comes as no surprise. She’s always been fragile and even at almost 2 months old was still wobbly on her feet, behaving in ways her siblings did not. She was skitterish, flighty, and often ran to the safety of others at the suggestion of a shadow.
It could have been anything, As she grew larger (she was still roughly half the size of the others) it might have been that her heart couldn’t keep up with her growth. She might not have been able to process food correctly, she might have even had a congenital condition, after all, nature had never intended her to live.
What I do know, however, is that for the several weeks she was alive, it’s not a misstatement to say that she brought us joy. And hope.
She taught us to go for it even when things seem dauntingly impossible.
She taught us to celebrate what we all have right now – you just never know.
She taught us compassion and that one of the responsibilities of being stronger is that you have to look out for those who are weaker.
She spectacularly taught us to graciously let others help you when you need assistance.
And Alkaia also taught us to never give up. Deep within you is a source of strength that until tapped, you have no idea of the feats of which you are capable. We all have the potential to be mighty warriors.
Sure Alkaia’s time was short, but what a truly epic story of accomplishment and joy she left behind for us all to hear.