There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
– Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8
It’s 11 : 31 AM on day 1414 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to pray, read Psalm 201, feed myself upumav and chickpea curry for breakfast and hang with family.
Today and every day since my grandmother passed has been busy people have been calling and coming over it’s a sombre atmosphere at our house meanwhile I’m trying to celebrate all the days my grandmother lived instead of mourning the one day she died.