Mummy,
I went to bed on September 1, 2021 wondering what hit me.
That night, as I got on my knees to pray, I had a million questons I needed God to answer.
My pain was deep, my anger was fierce.
Please God, say something and please, please, please, "make it loud"
I muttered.
I was in a daze and nothing made any sense to me.
How could I question God, or didn't I?
It hasn't been the same ever since mummy
But God has proven Himself every passing day.
He is indeed a God of "all confort"
I still miss your smile, your cheerful nature and all but I take comfort in knowing you're forever in the presence of the Jesus and that we will meet again on the resurrection morning.
Rest on Eti Eka!