We just found out that one of the women we visited on our first township visit died from AIDS yesterday. We remember her very clearly because she was the first woman Baba took us to see. We gave her sheets, and a small blanket. Her tiny two-room shack was especially grim—it was dank, dirty, and had a terrible stench. The woman herself was skin and bones, and too weak to stand. She left three children: 16, 14, and 8 (I think), who are now a Child Headed family. It is so sad. Now these kids will have to fend for themselves. I can’t even imagine. They already barely had anything, and now they have even less! It’s devastating to think of what will happen to those kids—and there are thousands upon thousands more…