Tears are an expression of sadness, anger,
happiness, cutting onions among others. I wept during my grandfather’s funeral
service, Elder Lee Ngugi for the very first time in front of the whole
congregation. I could hear whispers but that did not stop me from expressing my
sadness.
I was well
prepared to read out to the congregation my aunt’s tribute. I commenced reading
confidently but when I got to the second line tears began to flow and I
could not go on any longer. I could not understand why, but after much thought
I realized it was part of the acceptance process that you had really passed on.
I was weeping
for the times we shared with ‘guka’. At home and at family get togethers. I
remembered your kindness, sense of humour, hardworking nature and your love for
the people who came your way. I tend to see that a lot in my mother. I recalled
how strong you were before the illness took toll of you.
I treasure the moments when my cousins, brother and
I spent time on your pickup, playing, laughing swinging and jumping without a
care in the world.
I went back thirteen years ago when my family stood
there during my father’s funeral service. At the time I was a tiny little girl,
not knowing much of what was going on, but I knew that we would not see dad
again.
Live your life as though today is the
last.
