It is a national holiday.   I planned my trip apparently during two of them.   On this day where I have time  to rest and reflect and blog, I find myself sobbing and just staring into the images etched into my mind of the children and people I’ve met over the past few days.   Their stories all unique, their pain all so deep.   I’m just broken here without words to utter or type.   I don’t know how to begin to tell the story of what I’ve witnessed.

He who loves, loves you with your dirt.   Ugandan Proverb