After about an hour of taking all of this in, we rejoined under the palm roof and soon the closed coffin emerged, carried by several men. The cries and singing reached a fever pitch, and all merged in one hot mass to follow the coffin through the village and into the church.
The church service began and Renee stayed with the teachers while the rest of our group went back to eat lunch at Vinolia's and process all we had seen and heard. The whole experience was so surreal, like nothing we had ever imagined. There was so much beauty in how the community came together to support the family and grieve as one. I believe it was Emmanuel that had said that if something happens in their community it affects the whole community, not just that one family or one person.
At the church service, people filed in singing, and it began with a Catholic service. Then the priest launched into a lecture about the importance of helping others because you never know what difference it could make, that it could mean the difference between someone's life or death. There was a central tone that people should have done more to prevent this child's death. After that came songs and offering. Many children went up, dropped coins in a basket then circled the casket which was flanked by two women dancing around it, then walked back to sit down.
Burial ( part 4) to be continued....