I’m expected back to work on Thursday. I’m not ready. I don’t know if I will ever be.
It’s been almost 7 weeks now since mom died unexpectedly. Today I left home in Nairobi and my mom was not there for me to say goodbye to.
As I boarded my flight, it hit me how much mom was always there for us even after she suffered a severe stroke in 2001.
I sit staring into space grief stricken, as I have every day since May 22. I am unable to comprehend what has happened. My most constant tbought is a wish to turn back the clock, to see my mom again, to have her here again, to hear her voice and laugh. To know she is still here on this side of the universe.