16 November 2010

So-Youn Died 1 Year Ago

I am having the best time in Marrakech. I just missed Tahannoute and my friends and family here so much, and the cleanliness of of 'Kech. Today I woke up in the clean air of my host family's house, ran 7 miles on the beautiful mountain road towards the highest mountains in North Africa, went to souq to buy pumpkins, had lunch with Youssef's family, and went to the dar chebab, and then had dinner with my host family. FANTASTIC. I love life.

But today, I am remembering the night that I spent last year on Nov. 16, freaking out because one of our own had passed away. So-Youn Kim died on Nov. 16, 2009 of an infection due to a "confidential" complication. Her death also led to an internal investigation and the firing of all 3 doctors who served the volunteer community.

So tonight, I want to post the last poem she posted in her blog, to remember her love of life and how far we've all come (sorry for the cliché).

http://fabulouslymundane.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-asked-what-kind-of-revolutions-i.html

26 October 2008

i was asked what kind of revolutions i believe in

my revolutions?
pens that heal with words of love
for community

jolt life to a halt
quintessential question is
"what are you doing?"

re-evaluate
trajectory of our world
where do we end up?

plan for the future
plant gardens in empty lots
intentionally

paying homage to
abandoned child (hood dreams)
how could we forget?

name the secret truths
they're no more real than me
even when they hurt

tears. freedom to feel
compassion: "suffering with"
laughter lives here now

choose your family
offer self for scrutiny
belonging at last

recreate moments
we wish would last forever
if we don't, who will?

then what's important?
strip off the unessential
move gently in love

a new world order
welcomes the tired and poor
calls us daughters/sons

"personal bubbles"
walls of insecurity
flawed nomenclature

destructive patterns
of generational sin
"none of the above"

reaching out for you
knowing your warmth is comfort
incomparable

living and dying
solitary existence
find another way

inconsequential
unless i believe in a
new revolution.

1 comment:

moroccomama said...

Absolutely beautiful poem. May she rest in peace.