Rest in power
Having siblings is
weirdness on another level, especially when you have many of them. The
strangeness is in the relationships, or lack thereof – some siblings are so
estranged that you wonder if they even shared the same womb. But there is
always that one sibling you are incredibly close to, most likely it will be the
one that followed you out of the womb. There is an intimacy, an understanding,
and a bond that words cannot quite describe. The hardest thing you can endure,
is losing that sibling. Probably only eclipsed by losing a parent. It hits you
hard, so hard that it might take you along, you might lose the will to live and
follow them to the grave. I’ve seen it happen.
It takes time, all
healing does.
It takes courage, and it will require a friend to pick you up now
and then. But, eventually you overcome it, you learn to live without your
sibling. But, you never forget them. Once in a while you stop and cease
everything, they’re all you think about, and the memories swarm around and
overwhelm you. A familiar pain follows, replaced by a sense of contentment – at
least you have the memories. This is for everyone who has lost a sibling, hold
on to the memories.
In
Memory of Natangwe Japhet Iiyambo (1989 – 2012).
Today marks 4 years since God called you home, every
year it hurts less, but it only serves to confirm the permanence of your
absence. It’s not a long nightmare, it is reality.
At times I wish that God had given you more than 23
years on this earth, so that I could have more memories, but I cherish the few
that I do. Vululukwa nombili nkelo ya
meme, you are missed.
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