Let’s talk about loss
I was about seven years old when I (secretly) attended my very first funeral out of sheer curiosity. While at a school parade, our teacher announced the death of one of the neighbors and he encouraged kids who were friends and family to attend the funeral. And this is how I voluntarily took myself through a horror movie. Many years later, I lost my granny, auntie, and eventually my dad. Now, for the longest time, it never occurred to me that someone younger, who hasn’t been sick for so long can die too. I always waited for people to reach their 70s or 80s to start thinking of a possibility of losing them until I was utterly shocked last year in September when my 40-year-old sister died. It was (and still is) absolutely unbelievable. When you lose someone you grew up with, the one who taught you your first rhymes, one that taught you godly values, one who constantly told you stories just to hear your giggles, and one who always made you feel special no matter how grown you bec...