
Five years ago an angel gained her wings and flew to Heaven, away from the pain and fear, and into the arms of the Lord. Please remember Sirita Sotelo, aka the fairy-princess Boo-Boo
The following is an excerpt of Sirita's Eulogy, written by her foster daddy, Gary.
I was Sirita’s foster daddy. We were new foster parents. We had done short respite care for a couple children for a week or a weekend, but Sirita was our first long term foster child. We don’t have children of our own, so we were also new parents. In many ways, Sirita was like our first born.
Sirita came to us, like any child, as a gift from God. She was frightened and shy, as any child would be brought into the home of complete strangers. She missed her mom. She loved her mom. With love and patience, we tried to do everything we could to make her feel welcome and secure. We introduced ourselves as Gary and Magda, and she did call me Gary, but she insisted on calling Magda, “Mommy.” Children need that, don’t they? She understood she had many mommies. We told her she was lucky to have so many people that loved her.
Every morning, when we got her from bed, we said, “Good Morning, Sunshine!”
Sirita was a fashion princess. She loved trying on clothes, have her hair done up with hair pretties, and then look in the mirror. She had her favorite clothes, and some very interesting, shall we say, combinations. Sometimes when I was the one getting her ready I would hand her a shirt or something and she would dead-pan back to me, “that doesn’t go with anything.” I would think, was that my wife’s voice I just heard?
I called her “Boo-Boo.” She liked that. She would call me “Boo-Boo,” and I would say “no, you’re Boo-Boo.” And she would say “no, you’re Boo-Boo!” I would say “no, you are Boo-Boo, Mommy is Moo-Moo, and I am Ugu-Moo-Goo. I get the coolest name because I’m the one making them up.” And she would say “no, you’re Boo-Boo!” She only had the one argument, but she was sticking to it.
I didn’t want her to be afraid of the dark, so I took her outside at night to look at the moon and the stars. She would say, “Hello moon!” She knew she could always delay bedtime another 5 minutes by asking to see Mars; she could point it out in the southern sky. I was so proud, because I had taught her that.
Sometimes she had nightmares. When I heard her cry, I would go hold her for a while. Sometimes after a bad dream she would just come into our room, climb over top of me, and snuggle in between us.
She loved to dance and she loved to watch figure skating. She loved to sing and learned many songs. She could often pick them up after only hearing them once. We had many songs we sang at bedtime. She knew all three verses of “Jesus Loves Me.” Many of you probably don’t know the third verse. It goes, “I love Jesus, does He know? Have I ever told Him so? If I love Him when I die, He will take me home on high.” I had no idea when I taught her that verse that I was actually preparing her for something.
She could sing songs normally beyond the range of children, such as “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, There’s just something about that name.” That song has many half steps that children’s songs generally don’t have. She did really well. When we got to the part that goes “Master, Savior, Jesus,” she would sing, “Master, Savior, Boo-Boo” and burst out laughing. I told her “no, I call you Boo-Boo, and you can call me Boo-Boo, but we don’t call Jesus Boo-Boo.” But I couldn’t stop her. And honestly, I don’t think Jesus minded, because what she understood when I called her “Boo-Boo” was that I was really saying “I love you.”
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We will never forget you, princess!





