A lot goes through my mind when I think about that. Ten years is an entire decade. A decade!
In my life, I've lived in two centuries and over one and a half decades. In Dakota's life, he lived in one century and lived less than a decade.
The word "decade" is such a big word. Ten years may not seem too much, but a lot can happen to someone in a decade. So many firsts to be experienced. The first time you smile, speak, walk, loose a tooth, go to school, play a sport, ride a bike. In his short seven years of life, how many of those did Dakota experience? I can tell you this; not as many as he should have.
It's days like the first of May that make me think of Dakota's parents. What were they like? Are they dead, or still out there somewhere, unaware that their son has died? Does he look like them? Maybe he had his daddy's face shape, his mommy's eyes. Maybe he would have looked like his uncle had he lived to see his teenaged years.
How long did his mother and father hold their baby son before he ended up in an orphanage, and later, an institution? Did he know love in those first few days, months, years of life? Did his mother not want to see him after his birth, finding out her son had a disability? Or did she take him in her arms, kissing his forehead, whispering how much she loved him and how she always would, only to become unable to afford caring for him?
None of these questions will be answered in my lifetime. But I still ask them anyway. It seems like you just *have* to wonder in situations like this. Wondering is painful, of course, but it's a human need, to know the answers.
On May 1, 2013, two children in Dakota's institution were given new hope in his name.
Reece's Rainbow has been reallocating the grants of the Russian children to children in other countries because the Russian government is just not budging. It's been very difficult coming to terms with what this means for the Russian children. It's been very difficult coming to terms with the certain death that is in the near future for Donovan, Caiden, and Alexander. I still cry over these beautiful boys and girls, who are suffering greatly due to their country's immature adults. Just a day or two after Dakota's birthday, a little girl on Reece's Rainbow from Russia died. Her name was Dayna, and she was just three or four years old. Dayna was the first of many Russians, I'm sure, on Reece's Rainbow to die. And that thought is sickening.
But with the reallocations of these grants comes new hope. The founder of Reece's Rainbow took requests for the new locations of the grants of advocates' Angel Tree children. My dad's angel tree child last year was Travis, and mine was Ralph. My dad let me decide where Travis's grant would go, and I already knew where Ralph's would go.


Ralph's grant went to Valiant, a little boy who looks very much like Dakota and resides in the institution where Dakota passed away. He is seven years old, the same age as Dakota lived to be. With the addition of Ralph's grant, Valiant's grant became $3,612. This put him on the "Moving Mountains" page on RR for kids with large grants. I have signed up to be Valiant's official prayer warrior and guardian angel as well, and I am praying every day for his family to look on that page and find him.
Travis's grant went to Victor, a young man in Dakota's institution who was born in May 2003. He turns ten years old this month, just like Dakota would have. But he is still alive, still enduring things unknown in that institution. He had a very minuscule grant, but now with the addition of Travis's grant, he has $1,226.
When I think about the kids in Dakota's institution, there are many emotions that flood me. Anger that they have to stay there, where so many have died of medical neglect. Frustration that these kids on RR are some of the least advocated for, some with only a few dollars in their grants. Sadness over how they must have ended up there; some on RR have in their bios that they are true orphans and know love. Can you imagine knowing what it's like to be loved by a mommy and daddy, and then both of your parents die and you are dumped in an institution? I cannot even fathom the pain those children must feel.
And of course, another emotion. Devastation. Every time I see those children, look into their eyes, I see Dakota. I see Lionel, Katerina, Margarita and Olga. I see all of the children and adults who have died in that institution. I know that these children could very well become statistics if they aren't rescued soon.
But then I think about the miracle of Reece's Rainbow.
This year, several children have been saved from that institution. Victoria, who'd been there for a long time and recently moved, was adopted. Maxim, who'd known nothing but that institution for years, was adopted with another teenaged girl, also from there. Brent, a beautiful boy with Down syndrome, also rescued. Igor, home now. All of these children who knew what it was like to live there, now know what it's like to be loved unconditionally. That brings me so much happiness, the final emotion.
It is too late for Dakota. I know this. It's too late for him to be adopted into a family here on earth. No, he was adopted into heaven. But it's not too late for Valiant, Victor, Alex, Tyson, Nolan, or any of the other children there. We have to ensure that they don't have to endure the death that Dakota endured. They deserve so much more than that.
Happy 10th birthday, sweet Dakota. I love you so much. I can't wait to hold you one day.




















