Chika’s birthday bittersweet, 10 years after Haiti earthquake

by | Jan 12, 2020 | Detroit Free Press, Comment, News | 2 comments

She would have turned 10 last week.

We would have had a big party, a big cake, all her friends, all our relatives.

There would have been presents and candles and a very loud Happy Birthday song, and too many people would have asked her, “How does it feel to be double digits now?” and she would have answered with something funny, or cute, or just a shouted “Good!” as she scooped a finger full of frosting.

She would have been taller than when we last saw her, for sure, and her face would be losing some of its soft, fleshy cheekiness and moving towards the beginning of adolescence. Guests would have brought her clothes instead of dolls, and remarked, “She’s getting so big!”

And we would have privately smiled, because when she was 5 years old, before she got sick, she filled out a questionnaire at the orphanage that asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” and that was her answer, a single word:


Chika Jeune, a Haitian orphan who we brought here when she was diagnosed with a brain tumor, never got to be big. She died when she was small, only 7, and so she will be 7 forever, even as we count her would-have-been-birthdays.

But because Chika was born in Haiti, on Jan. 9, 2010, every year that she was alive, she got to celebrate something else.

She survived an earthquake. THE earthquake.

Which was 10 years ago today.

Fate and suffering

Chika was 3 days old when that tragedy struck. She and her mother were lying on a bed inside a single-room cinder-block house. Suddenly, in the middle of a hot afternoon, the earth shook. The roof of the house fell off. The walls began to crumble.

The 7.0 magnitude earthquake lasted less than a minute, yet destroyed so much of everything around them. Somehow, Chika and her mother survived. They got out and breathed and found Chika’s older sisters.

And that night, in the sugarcane fields, a bed of leaves was prepared for the baby, and Chika slept in the dirt, under the Haitian sky.

Ten years ago today.

You might think that enough tragedy for any one child. But fate places no limit on suffering. And so, five years after surviving a natural disaster that killed nearly 300,000 Haitians in less than a minute, fate sent Chika a rare disease that strikes only around 300 U.S. kids per year.

Something that could have taken her life did not.

Something that shouldn’t have, did.

January comes every year, and my wife and I are reminded of both.

How we celebrate

How do you celebrate a missing loved one’s birthday? How do you mark a date that used to be so happy and now is fraught with sadness and nostalgia? I know so many people who have lost family members, a byproduct of getting older myself, and when their birthdays come around they are filled with ennui. Some host commemorative parties. Some post old photos. Some visit cemeteries. Some just want to be left alone, to think about the years that might have been.

I realized last June that my father, had he lived, would have been 90 — 90! — and my mother, had she lived, would have been matching him this September. A couple of nonagenarians. Oh, the party we would have thrown!

I have friends who died who would have been my age. Co-workers who would be coming upon their retirement parties. Yes, there’s a point at which it becomes more math than emotion (my grandfather, had he lived, would be turning 122). But you never reach that point with loved ones taken before their time.

And never with a child.

And so last week, we dug up some old videos of Chika’s birthdays. And people sent messages. And a dear friend was kind enough to make a small chocolate cake (which Chika loved) in her memory.

And just as we marked a day of birth, in Haiti today, they mark a day of death. Mothers will lament sons, fathers will mourn daughters, sisters will pray for missing brothers, and friends will cry over the days and nights they no longer share.

And some children at Chika’s former home, the Have Faith Haiti Orphanage that we operate, will yearn for parents who are no longer there, parents who have been gone now — can it be? — for a decade.

I cannot imagine losing a loved one to a falling wall, or a collapsing roof. I cannot imagine losing my family in a matter of seconds, beneath a pile of rubble that will require weeks to clear. I cannot imagine it, but I have witnessed it, dozens and dozens of times over, in the faces of the children who come to us.

Please remember those faces today, as on other days we will remember faces from our own lives, and the days we no longer have with them, the candles we no longer get to blow out.

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  1. tracy@

    Mitch, your heart poured out in words resonates as always. Coincidentally, my father – a man of Detroit sports history – would have turned 90 last June as well. Every year on his birthday I celebrate in the same way that he and I celebrated most everything together – with ice cream. I do it with a toast to him made with a creamy scoop balanced on a cone that I hold high to heaven.

    This kind of loss, the timely kind that comes after a long life, is hard enough. But the kind that comes with a life shortchanged, as it was with your dear Chika, is a different kind of hard. One that can’t be chalked up to life running its full course. The cycle of life.

    Your tribute to your girl in the way of Finding Chika is nothing short of beautiful. You write in the book that you know your after-life encounters were all in your head, but I agree with Chika. The ones we love and lose are closer than many realize, carried always in our hearts and, when we are very, very lucky, outside of our hearts, too, showing up in ways beautiful and unexpected. Some may doubt them, but not me because I have seen that the veil between heaven and earth is tissue-paper thin. I have experienced my father’s presence again and again, which compels me to write about it and this one thing I know for sure: Love lives on.

    Blessings as you go, Mitch. Your writing and your heart make the world a better place. Can’t wait to meet you in Charlotte later this month.

  2. Mark Schafer

    Thank you, Mitch, for your continuing commitment to Haiti, and in particular to Haitian children. And thank you for Finding Chika. As I told you when we spoke at Brandeis last week, my daughter is was born in Haiti just four months before Chika.

    I just finished reading the book, and I cried the whole way through. Literally: tears were running down my face with every paragraph; I soaked two handkerchiefs as I read. When I got to the end–before I got to the end, actually–I wondered if Chika ever told you “You did a good job.” If not, I’d like to tell you. You did a good job.

    Kenbe fèm, pa lagè!



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