Death and I have a strange relationship. It doesn’t bother me when someone in their 70s passes on. I believe they have lived a full rich life and are due for a long rest within the walls of heaven. I have never been able to fully accept it when someone young passes on. In my head, I constantly deny it. The first time I have ever reacted to a death was in 2007 when my uncle’s two-year old kid died. I had spent my entire holidays with her. I cried for hours. That’s the only time I ever remember crying so much. Most times, I am numb and keep trying to rationalize it that the person can be gone. It is too early. They are too young. They have so much to do.
I have suffered two tragic losses this past month. The first Lady and I rode the BRT everyday to work. She was my constant gist buddy for the long hours of traffic. We were as different as night and day, but we got along splendidly. We lost touch when she changed jobs and moved out-of-state, but we communicated on Facebook. It was through Facebook I also found out about her passing after a brief illness. She was only 32. Life is not fair.
I lost another friend yesterday. This one is particularly dear to me. I had featured her and her designs in one of my earliest post on this blog.Europeans invented fashion. Nigerians re-invented style She was a fast growing fashion designer poised to be a mega star. She was the one who designed the outfits my hostesses wore on my wedding. she was my friend. She was my sister. Married over five years without an issue, it crushes me even more that there is no little one to carry on her legacy. Life is not fair
Rest in peace Ladies. You shall be missed.