Birthday Letter to My Husband.
1st February is not just another date on the calendar for me.It is the day God decided the world needed him. And years later, in His great sense of humour and grace. He decided I would be his wife.What an…
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2025 Ended Without you!
Somehow within me I hate that the year of 2025 ended. That it is surely passed just like other years do.Like how? Because that year ended without my mother being alive.She won’t smile.She won’t say Happy New Year.She will never…
Hold Them Closer For Us.
To those who still have both parents or even one; Here is a message for you.We look at you and wish we could be like you. Within us we wish we could spend more time with our parents too… but…
Ekitiribita & Mum
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…
The Slow Goodbye!
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…
What I Feared Happened!
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…
The Silent Griever
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…
When Closure Never Comes
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…
Missing You Gets Louder.
They say time heals but I don’t think that’s true. Time doesn’t erase the pain. It only teaches me how to carry it more quietly. I still miss you every single day. Some days it feels bearable. Other days the…
1st August Isn’t Just A day!
Hand bouquet from #GiftsAndPetals