Tears are an expression of sadness, anger, happiness, cutting onions among others. I wept during my grandfather’s funeral service, Elder Lee Ngugi for the very first time in front of the whole congregation. I could hear whispers but that did not stop me from expressing my sadness.

 I was well prepared to read out to the congregation my aunt’s tribute. I commenced reading confidently but when I got to the second line tears began to flow and I could not go on any longer. I could not understand why, but after much thought I realized it was part of the acceptance process that you had really passed on.

I was weeping for the times we shared with ‘guka’. At home and at family get togethers. I remembered your kindness, sense of humour, hardworking nature and your love for the people who came your way. I tend to see that a lot in my mother. I recalled how strong you were before the illness took toll of you.

I treasure the moments when my cousins, brother and I spent time on your pickup, playing, laughing swinging and jumping without a care in the world.

I went back thirteen years ago when my family stood there during my father’s funeral service. At the time I was a tiny little girl, not knowing much of what was going on, but I knew that we would not see dad again.

Live your life as though today is the last.