I don’t know about new, because seasons tend to repeat themselves – summer, autumn, winter, spring. So I call this one a different season, a very cold winter perhaps. Because it’s different from any other season I have ever experienced in my life.
I haven’t written here for a while. Besides my website being hacked late last year, there was another reason that had me go silent.
Some of you may know, some of you may not. At the beginning of this year, barely 12 weeks ago, I lost my son, at 10.5 months old. He was, still is, my second born son. Now he’s in heaven.
It was a rude shock to us, because he had been well all through, and in less than 21 hours he was suddenly gone. He developed difficulty while breathing, and from there it was all downhill.
I am still not able to write much about it. I’m not sure I even want to. It would be so final, so complete, so close to the end. I want to hold on to his life for as long as I can, to memories of his living and actions, his bright happy self and the joy he brought into our lives.
In the past, I have written about what goes on in my life. I have debated for a long time whether or not I should write about this, about the grief that now engulfs my life following the loss of my son. I have asked myself many questions, including what the purpose of this is.
I know that I have benefited from some of the books and articles I have read about parents who have lost their children. And so, if for just one person out there, I will share what I am going through. Perhaps we can grieve together. Perhaps you can get insight into what goes on in such a situation, such a season. Perhaps you can be a listening ear to me and to others who’ll share their stories through this website, and we shall be encouraged and comforted. Maybe, just maybe.
But this is all I can think about now, and this is what I can write about. So I will write about it, because I not only love to write – writing is also therapeutic for me. And I hope that through this writing, others too will benefit, be encouraged and comforted, and find an avenue to share their hurts too.
Amazing Girl Parties
These parties began with young girls in my house. Those girls are now blooming teenagers, and the slightly older ones are in college, and a few out of college. After moving to Nairobi from Thika, it was difficult to host these parties because of the distance. So we visited girls at the Maai Mahiu IDP camp and at one primary school near Nairobi. Most of the interactions have been taking place through social media, oh thank God for media!
Now, a different group of little girls has stared visiting my home and just wanting to stay there. So we had our first cutex party here last week. Lovely. Perhaps this will start all over again. Let’s wait and see how this goes.
Book Reviews & Interviews
In addition to book reviews, I will also be interviewing some people and sharing their inspiring stories – something I had planned to do but had not yet done. I hope that this different season will bring different, perhaps even better blessings into our lives.
Let’s walk together.