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HEAVEN COULD NOT WAIT. ❤️

Friday 4th September 2015, 08:30 pm. She shuddered and expired. Heaven could not wait. 💔❤️

My eyelids turned lead heavy, my heart painstakingly hollow and my blood felt like acid. A sick joke? No. A death. Death. My grandma’s sudden death.

You see grandma was larger than life. She was my first country. She was beyond love. She was ahead of her time yet still on time. She had a demure demeanour that easily lit up a room. She was always wreathed in smiles. She was beauty and everything that pertains to it.

Laced with self-consciousness, intuition, veracity, willpower, tenacity, grit and LOVE. Obviously a senior citizen and your typical African (great)grand(mother), and as such, had some of the obligatory traits — spontaneous deafness, an unerring ability to stand right in the way and a bat-like sonar system that allows her to yell at you when you left one dish undone but stand ten toes down when she herself did that. She was nonetheless an absolute sweetheart in the grand scheme of things.

Grandma binged on love and affection. Authentic love and affection. A birth giver to stars. A magic maker. She had children, grandchildren and great grandchildren who would keep her on her toes; a wild ride to places she’d only see on telly. But I saw something striking in her liquid eyes, something that guided me from the moment I met her — her unflappable philosophy that whatever came her way she’d manage. And because she’d manage, we would, too.

Her relationship with God was a very skyward and personal one. She regarded Him as a friend. My own odd odyssey has been perhaps convoluted, my image of Divinity has somewhat shifted from that childhood vision (I believe due to my struggle with mood disorder), but the simplicity of those prayers remain! And so does something she told me when I asked her where God lived. She smiled at me very broadly and replied with a laid-back tone and somewhat aloofness, “In your heart.”

In her demise, I learnt that when the sled of death launches on you, when you watch the casket close on your loved one, it somersaults your mind forever. It brashly disrupts your mental, emotional and physical equilibrium. It brazenly reminds you of the frailty and fickleness of existence. Realization dawns on you how terrible it is to love something that death can touch. I still hear the sound of her laughter under the starry sky in the middle of June, I still see her snow white teeth and her beautiful wrinkly cheeks traced with tiny spider veins, I still find bits and pieces of her in the music I love and I still hold random conversations with her in my head 4 years after her passing, religiously. I still reminisce on everything.

I have learnt that there is no sanctuary for death; no respite, no silk cocoon you can wrap yourself to avoid it. Death is life and life is death and therein lies the metamorphoses, for both change and death are inevitable. Death can come fragrant as a dozen roses tied in silk ribbon, or it can slither in on the belly of a snake waiting for the right moment to strike or it can wrap itself around throttling your breath from you. Death is the cold cup of coffee you never finish as you write your last words.

I think what puts us on edge regarding death no matter how familiar we think we have become, is its finality, surreal because there is no grand finale, no crescendo that can lead up to the moment.

So dear Dana, I know I walked into your sendoff significantly mortified and soul-sick and a complete cesspool of mental illness, but today, 1460 days on, as I type this, I’d like you to know that I’m consciously blooming into an orchard of sunsets. Not because it got better but because I got stronger. Because I’m a budding wolverine, by virtue of you having been a veteran wolverine. That is why I can’t help being a purveyor of stout-heartedness, courage, ferociousness, aggression and fearlessness. I symbolize everything that is threatening or threatening. I’m firmly rooted, built up and established in the faith. In the faith that if it is good it is beautiful and if it is bad it is experience. In the faith and the notion that everything will be alright in the end so if it is not alright it is not the end. In the faith that I must keep feigning strength until it is inked in my bones. In the faith that I am a gladiator and I must never lay down my shield.

Thank you for teaching me that my patchwork heart and my glitchy mind are all WORTHY.

You are cradled in my heart eternally! 💫

I miss you terribly! 💔

I love you mightily! ❣️

And to my other Dana, my maternal grandma Suzanna, woman of statuesque beauty, exquisite strength, courage and love. She was as alpha as they come. Strict, advocative and now peaceful and free as a dove. (She laid down her shield and gained her heavenly wings earlier on in February 2015).

So dear Dana Suzanna, you are the piece of my heart of my heart that is forever missing. Your memory is my keepsake from which I’ll never part. My life is a conduit of your love and the monumental memories that we made.

If love be quantified, mine for you is the numbers, walking to forever! 💫

I miss you greatly! 💔

I love you organically! ❣️

God bless the dead. 🙏🏾

💓

Special regards to everyone battling mental illness and loss. I know the hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay but let us hang tough. We stand alone, TOGETHER. 💪🏾

Love, light and healing. 💫

I continue to envision a society that is devoid of all stigma associated with all kinds of mental illness. 💚

Love,

Ida-Sharon.

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28 thoughts on “HEAVEN COULD NOT WAIT. ❤️

  1. I’ve said it before, but you’re amazing. I agree with the one who said “stunning” up there. I grew up with my grandma in the house from 7-20 yrs of age and I had a tough time when she passed. She was like 11 years old when cars started becoming widely available to the public. She said country folk were terrified of automobiles. It was wild to hear stories from someone alive that long ago given how much things changed from early 1900’s to 2001 when she died. Sorry for the ramble, your post def made me think about my own gramma. ;).

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  2. This is absolutely, positively beyond beautiful. My God. You brought tears to my eyes, a huge smile to my face and made my heart open just that much more. How beautifully You express Yourself and Your Love. Thank You for this! Cheers!!! ❤️

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  3. That was, perhaps, the most inspiring thing I read all week! Keep up the beautiful work, you have the ability to help others out. May your grandmother rest with God and the Angels.

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  4. You are an amazing writer, so talented. I love reading your posts. Reading your writing gives me hope that possibly someday ill be able to write even half as good as you. Thank you for sharing your writing!

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    • Oh my goodness, I’m fighting back tears!! 😭😭 ❤️ This is absolutely heart warming 🙏🏾 Keep writing more because I’m happy to be part of your readership henceforth. You’ve moved and inspired me. THANK YOU! 💕

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  5. Beverley says:

    Yes, this is beautiful!
    When are you going to write the Book?
    In this life i met only one of my grandparents, my grandma Lily, and even then i was barely an adult by the time she passed to the spirit. All i remember of her goodbye was other people’s bickering about where they were going to let her rest!!
    Then in February this year, my father passed to the spirit world too. It was not instant, he had been diagnosed with something they couldn’t cure and so in less than 2 months he was no longer here. He was 89! I grieve for myself, but much more than that i grieve for my mother, who is 89 next week – to be left alone after 68 years together is unthinkable – incomprehensible, but yet, it is still true. No one escapes death’s power.

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    • Hi Beverley! Thank you for the appreciation. I’m so sorry for all of your losses and especially your father’s. Death really is the common denominator, it knows no love, no invincibility 💔 I can only pray God gives you and your mother heavenly peace and grit to withstand the hurt. 💕 And I certainly will write and publish my book(s) but at God’s appointed time because for me it’s always been Godspeed 🙏😎😊 Much love! 😘

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