Grieving during ‘normal’ times is hard. Grieving during covid is even harder. In my culture, when someone passes away, we all get together to send them off. We all come together to say our goodbyes. Death signals an end to our time .
These are words in one of my favourite songs. ‘Here they bloom but for a season, soon their beauty is decayed’ Life really is unfair. A young girl came to Cape Town to study, went missing while doing a simple errand. I was praying .
On the news one afternoon on my way from work I heard about the youngest ebola survivor. Her mother had ebola and had died during childbirth. It saddened deeply. It was late 2018. Now in 2019 we still have women dying during childbirth. A .
My great aunt died in 2013. My heart broke in so many pieces. I was so angry at her for dying (fellow Christians, do not judge or lecture). I do not want a lecture on the state of the dead. I had wanted her to live. Having moved to another .