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May ….No Longer the month of loss and mourning….


my darling dad 09/06/1936-04/05/2005


mum and i on her wedding.. R.I.P Mum 26/2/1945-17/5/2006


May has always been a difficult month for me..It all started on the 18th of May in 2003 When my oldest sister Sikhangele Patience died from Aids at the age of 36 leaving her two beautiful children and leaving my mum with a broken heart. I had a lost a friend and the fact that my sister was 13 years older than me mearnt that there was a maternal aspect to our relationship. I lost my prayer partner .What kept me sane was the fact that my sister was a born again and spirit filled Christian. I knew she was no longer in pain and I knew she was happy in Heaven The 4th of May 2005 ..was another painful event My father who I looked to for affirmation and validation passed away at the age of 69. My world collapsed. I was so angry…I didn’t understand and blamed God although God never left my side and yes my dad was saved. ..As if that wasn’t enough My mum died exactly a year later in the same Month of May. My beautiful mother and strongest woman of God I ever knew died on the 17th of May in 2006… My 44 year old half sister Lynn Rachel died the very day as my mum but I failed to attend her funeral because I had to organise my mum’s funeral..Lynn Rachel exuded life and verve and she always told me that she loved me...I regretted not being there for her when she requested to see me because she needed money. Instead of waiting for her I left money for her to collect. The month on May has always represented pain and loss and loneliness but no more. From 2008 onwards May will be a month of gain and joy unspeakable….I will celebrate the lives of my lost family members because I know they have become heavenly spectators cheering me on in the race of life…

I Corinthians 15:55 O death, where is thy victory? O death, where is thy sting?
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