In loving memory. Loving Daughter, Distant Cousin, Niece, Friend and what else? I’ve been thinking about my funeral lately. It looks like it’s going to be a sad affair. I will be the sad one. Sad; not just because I died, but because a good percentage of the miserably few people there will be there because it’s some kind of obligation. Some people have to be there to represent the family, and then who? People have their lives right? They’ll send thoughts and prayers to my family members they’ve never met, post my picture on their WhatsApp status for 24 hours and if I’m so lucky, I’ll get an Instagram…
“I’ll lend you for a little while A child of mine” God said – For you to love the while she lives and mourn for when she’s dead. It may be six or seven years or forty two or three but will you, till I call her back, take care of her for me?