My sister passed away very suddenly on the 25th April.
She had called me just a few hours before that.
I am still trying to come to terms with this strange new world in which she longer exists,
her absence a huge gaping void.
From a childhood of having her as an additional mother figure,
who plaited my hair tight, and ironed our school uniforms,
( the two years between us seemed insurmountable:
she'll always be two years older than me, I'd wail,
at her bossiness, at the special privileges she had)
an illustrious role model in our school,
where she was an avid sportswoman, athlete, all-rounder,
the head girl of our school
(almost to the point where I resented her
for practically defining my identity)
to our lives diverging through college
(different streams, different campuses)
and marriage, different cities and countries,
our lives' trajectories taking us far away from each other
And yet, always there for me
Sewing clothes for my babies, giver of many gifts,
taking us around her beloved city,
Being a rock solid support during our parents' last few months
and years, there whenever I needed her.......
I suppose God knew what he was doing
when we were inspired to move back to the capital.
Even though we lived at different ends of the city,
At least we were in the same place,
(meeting occasionally, speaking often)
for this final chapter of her life......
It feels much too soon,
this sudden departure, not even sixty-two,
just like our brother, who went as suddenly
at almost the same age, so many years ago.
Memories: from long ago, and from the recent past.
From being the youngest of three siblings, to having none.
Two families with only a single parent left in each.
A three year old looking for his grandmother all over her house.
A four month old who never ever knew his grandfather
But both of them live on in our thoughts, in our lives, and in our memories......