Memories don't just die especially the good ones. There are those we feel they are just stay because of the impacts they meant to us. I lost my Dad at a very tender age that's before I was four years. Though I was still much younger but I knew him faintly. After the lost of my Dad it wasn't so easy for my mother to care for the four of us, and seven months later me became five because she was already pregnant before his demise making us five. We couldn't just get over it because he was just there for us.
Moving along we try to cope using every good means to the month of eating coconut as a full meal, we had some coconut which my father planted and was not able to eat of it, later in live we began using it to help ourselves including selling for money.
Since after the death of my Dad I have lost many people but the closest of them was my Uncle who happened to be my mother's immediate younger brother. The death of my uncle pained me so much I will say even more than that of my Dad because at the time My Dad died I was still much younger.
My Uncle was a hard working and generous man. Most times I say he is the only reasonable uncle I had, he wasn't having much but will always try his best to make sure he gives to his children. My uncle had many challenging situations raging from marital to financial challenges but that didn't bring him down.
Last Christmas when I got home I tried my best to visit so to see things to myself, as I didn't want to call unnecessary attention to myself I just cried within me. He was building his house and already made plans to roof it before his death.
You don't have to have so much before you share. My uncle always does his best to share what he has with his siblings and children which includes us. But some of his brethren who are well to do even open their moth to request money from us which was a big red flag to me and a sign of greed.
Another important lesson is for us to always care for ourselves. My uncle had a heart attack which began at midnight and before he was rushed to the hospital he was gone. This didn't just happen, I want to believe that he has been receiving she me signs which was neglected. A times we fail to check those warning signals but wait till it's so critical. Everything in this world can be bought except life.
One other lesson I learnt from my uncle's demise is that we don't need the copy of anyone to be happy or have joy. Joy should flow from within us whether things go well or not. After all some claim that it takes more muscles to frown than it takes to smile.
I do wish you all a happy new week and wish that this month bring you much Blessings more than the previous.
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