Oh yes! Today, I’m drinking Ekitiribita our amazing traditional millet porridge from Western Uganda. It wasn’t exactly Mum’s favorite drink but in her final years, it was among the things she drank the most. She always preferred it warm, comforting…
There’s no handbook for watching your loved one slowly die of cancer. Because cancer doesn’t take someone all at once, it takes them slowly bit by bit. It’s like as if it doesn’t want you to notice that they are…
Honestly, I freeze. I no longer know how to react when someone loses someone. It’s like my brain knows I should say something but my mouth refuses to cooperate. Maybe it’s because I have been there that I felt that…
Even when we know death is coming and we have even seen the signs, heard the doctors’ words or prepared ourselves with prayer and courage! It still shocks us. Death has a way of pulling the ground right from under…
All along, deep in my heart, I dreaded the person I would become after Mum’s passing. And yes, I am not the same person anymore. How could I be? The one I loved so deeply and the one I held…
Oh wow… it’s the last day of September and I realized I haven’t written about my birthday. I have been doing series on grief and it didn’t even cross my mind that I should write about my birthday through that…
Sundays hit me differently. That’s when the ache deepens. I remember how I would sit with my Mother as we eat, drink, cut word. That simple joy of talking, laughing, exchanging stories always filled my cup! She was an energy…
There is a version of my grief that no one ever sees.There is the grief I can talk about the one that comes out in tears, in stories about my Mum in all the memories that feel safe enough to…
I am missing my mother who went to be with the Lord at the start of this year.Sundays carry her memory the loudest it was the day I would visit her where we shared time and the day she was…
Sometimes what hurts most is not the mistake itself but the silence that follows.Not the “I’m sorry, I hurt you. You didn’t deserve that.”But the absence of words. The absence of acknowledgment. Silence doesn’t close a door. It leaves it…
