Sunday 14th June 2020 came. I put on my lime running gear and my Comrades Legend number and ran 14kms in my Sister’s honor. I thought of how under the normal circumstances I would have been in KZN, not sure though whether I would have been able to complete the race. It takes so much mental strength to focus on the course and not fall apart at the same time. Time does not heal at all, time just makes brings about acceptance I guess.

We celebrated her life the best way we could… and true to her character she was the center stage. She left us beautiful memories in the form of videos and pictures, instead of moping around and crying we laughed ourselves silly. Hearing her voice, her smile made us realize how blessed we have been to spend 31 years with her. She loved us dearly. Her face lit up whenever the family was together. And this is the love that remains with us forever…💜

There’s no formula for grieving. Sometimes I become impatient with the process because it hurts so much, I re-live that day until the 22nd when we laid her to rest. And wish with all my being that this is all a nightmare that I would wake up from, other days I try and grasp to even the smallest things of hers because I don’t wanna forget her. The thing is having born when I was 11 years I remember each and every detail of her life… I was there for most of her milestones. And even when she was declared dead I was there, some might call it a full circle. I don’t know what to call it… I just know it hurts but appreciate that somehow she heard my voice before she drifted away forever. I did tell her I loved her and will forever do.

Rest peacefully my dear Sister 💜for I know you wouldn’t want to see me sad. And I promise to try harder and let you go. Just not now. When I am ready I will.

My beautiful Puna.