Thursday, April 16, 2009

Broken Wings

Take
These broken wings ..
And learn to fly again

(This has taken me days to even think of writing, but, lets proceed .. )

This song is the first thing I thought about when I first let myself think about the fact that you were never going to go: 'Auntie, unajua this and that - lets go find it' - or you wanted me to hang with your friends in a club cos you thought I was the 'coolest' human in our family. Or you wanted to permanently borrow something I owned. Oh, it wasn't borrow, it was 'part of family property to be appropriated at will'. Or when you wanted to show off how cool you were for my 'impression'. Or when ....

You stuck to me like glue whenever I came home - you stuck to me like glue when you were a kid - I was a kid too, but taxed with looking after you cos -- well, I could. Then I went away, and came back to find a man - or rather a man-boy. You always tried to act like you were responsible for my safety or my entertainment or just so you can hang out with me and avoid being given stuff to do.

I may or may not have told you how proud I was for the person you were - you looked after mum - and dad - outside of their kids' presence. You were responsible, but still wanted to be a kid. Wanted to be treated like one when the moment called for it. I know cos I want to be treated like a daughter or a sister sometimes instead of the parent or the 'responsible one'. So we shared that, among other things.

Now, I will never see you again. Ever.
They put you to your resting place yesterday
And I do not even know when the tears are likely to stop
If ever.

Thinking about you dead is probably the hardest thing I ever had to do
Thinking about you in a box, six feet under, is unbearable
This is absolutely the most awful thing that I do not know how to deal with

I will see you again, pal (Thanks for the other night)
I love you forever, Waweru
Now I can never look at my surname the same way again
So sorry to your mum and sister - they are braver than I would know what to do with

(Thank you everyone who sent their condolences - I am sorry that I shut down there for a moment, it is hard as hell, and I am trying - don't give up on me yet)

6 Comments:

At Saturday, April 18, 2009 10:03:00 am, Anonymous KR said...

I am terribly sorry for your loss.

 
At Saturday, April 18, 2009 8:45:00 pm, OpenID archer said...

Pole sana Guess. Hugses mingi.

 
At Sunday, April 19, 2009 2:31:00 pm, Anonymous Gish said...

Pole sana my dear. Hugs

 
At Thursday, April 23, 2009 2:27:00 am, Blogger Prousette said...

Pole.

 
At Thursday, April 23, 2009 7:05:00 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Am sorry for your loss.

Strawberries.

 
At Thursday, May 28, 2009 11:20:00 am, Anonymous Anonymous said...

My sympathies. I know it's not easy. Take heart & be strong sweets. In beantown?

 

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