Alice

Dismas and little son Jacob a year ago

We were walking back to our lodge from Chipulukusu one evening and saw a woman sitting on the ground leaning against the church.  When she spoke I realized it was Alice, Dismas' widow.  We stopped to visit a few minutes and to tell her how sad we were about Dismas' death. Tears rolled down her checks.  What a difference 4 months has made.  Alice was always the best dressed, the most fashionable, the best educated, the most self confident and a bit 'superior' to the other women.  Now she sat in front of us a broken woman.  Her refrigerator and other possessions had to be sold to settle debts, she lost her house, and now she and her children are living with her mother.  She said little  3-year-old Jacob refused to eat at first saying "I will wait to eat until Daddy comes home."  They didn't tell him his Daddy died at first but now he knows.  So very sad.