RIP Mum
Time really does heal that I can now type the subject without breaking down. Mum was diagonised with Stage IV rectal cancer in July last year and passed away 5 months later on 17th December. The days after are a blur, of tasks and visitors, tears and a constant hum of pain in the background. 2019 Christmas was the first without Mum and George - we all unlocked a new level of pain that day. I'm trudging along , realised fighting the tears is a losing battle and when they show up in public I find a corner or bathroom . This Saturday will be my first time to go home since returning to Kampala last month. Wambui, my sis, was there last week and she couldn't stand it for more than 2 days. Please say a prayer for me. I need it