Grief can be funny...
Grief can be funny. My Grandmother passed on close to six years ago now and I recently found myself crying and missing her. I realised how great of a woman she was from my childhood years when she would take care of me in my pre primary school years till her death. There are days I would visit her in her house before she moved in to stay with us. Her house was like heaven on earth even though it was a ka_grass thatched kitchen and a separate semi permanent living room and bedroom. She always had a lot of milk, cream and a house that smelled like home. Her ugali tasted good and the taste was constant no matter what. She would tell beautiful stories of her childhood and that of her children especially my dad. Her laughter and her smile was splendid. She had a beautiful body and an amazing skin. A woman who loved herself better that anyone else. She was sweet only if you were on her team, and you wouldn't want to be on her list of enemies something that our last born sister too...