One quiet evening, I got home to find my mother crying in her room. I asked her what was happening. Not a word she said.
I went to the other room, and saw my siblings crying, I asked them what was happening, not a word was said.
I went outside, and saw my aunts and uncle in tears. One of my aunts was crying so hard that her body shivered. I asked them what was happening, but they said no word.
Then cane rushing some women, crying. They sat next to my mom, crying and consoling.
Then I was it... Everybody was crying.
The palm wine tapper, the lady in black, two old men by the road. Little children and earn the birds in the trees.
All crying...
I thought to myself, what is happening?
The answer came unexpectedly from myself, I was crying as well. Tears running down my face.
I was standing before my father's graveyard... not a word I said.
Then, I woke from the dream. It was not just a dream, but a reality within a dream.
We are very sad for your loss. I know it has been a hard journey but hey, you can do it. I am sure that your father is watching you from the above.