“……….tichazoonana kudenga (we will meet in heaven )” the enthusiastic choir sang. When would we meet? Will she be in heaven? Will she remember me? Those are all the thoughts that went through my mind as her casket was being lowered to the ground.
Losing someone you love is like having your tooth pulled out without anesthesia *wail* -it’s painful I would like to believe . I always thought she was immortal to be honest because noone could eat chocolate biscuits everyday and not complain about toothache like ever. She was ambuya (grandma) and she surely wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye I always thought.
At what point do you heal? at what point do you start believing there is happy ever after beyond the grave?