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That it catches up with you, in the middle of a laugh, a smile, quiet, easy moments And the pain is sharp, doubles you up into a foetal position You catch your breathe, try to smile Push the overwhelming emotions back Get up and get on with life But it binds you to your favorite seat or corner of your bed Or on the floor of the shower, masking the gut tearing sobs The sense of loss, helplessness, anger and frustration You are now crying , asking the usual questions, Why, Oh God, why? You want to understand this loss, make sense of the pain It will probably make it easier, you know, to let go But that's just the thing with grief The more you try to make sense of it, understand it, The more it seems to hurt, because you can't really make sense of it You need to accept the pain by cherishing the memories, good and bad Kinda appreciate them, in a sense of gratitude Until grief losses it's power over you That's the thing with grief! .

A year ago, April rolled in and you were gone. This is my tribute then and my tribute even now. Hope you have met my Suzs. Miss you. Kwame burst into my life with a smile and a witty remark that had me smiling and enthralled for life. He wasn't just Aunty Susan's nephew, he became my nephew too and a friend who loved me for me and always treated me with respect even though he would tease me mercilessly at times, he never at any one time showed me anything but utter respect. He made sure to stay in touch even in the days of handwritten letters, he would take time out and send me a letter or two. In the recent past whenever he landed, he would call me up to say 'hello, Mama Kris I am in town, let's meet' . And it would always be a surprise and I would be amazed by his thoughtfulness and consideration that in the few days he had in town, he would make time to see me. He did not only tell me I was a queen, he treated me as one and I felt honoured by his undivided atte...