2020, a year to forget.

It breaks losing, doesn’t it? Now imagine, losing it all, every little thing you thought you had. It wrecks, so deeply bad….

Losing a lifelong guardian to Covid hit hard, it hit home, because in a long-time death skipped our home yard. The disbelief and agony in my cousins and nieces’. I will never forget that 2pm call “…. Jimmy, she’s gone!” The chaos in the WhatsApp family group. April, will never be the same month.

Sep, 14th 2020, 8:20pm. That fateful Monday night, a very long day after work, I felt so unusual all day. I wasn’t okay but I wasn’t sure why either. I was so glad it was now ending. I decided to pick up those yummy ribs I had craved the entire weekend. I get my Netflix on and my feet up to whine down. I wish I had not picked that UK call; I wish I had replied him 2 days back. “…. Jimmy, am sorry, your dad is gone”. I have never recovered fully.

Grief is like experiencing waves of sadness — You may feel fine for a while, then become overwhelmed when you think about the loss.