Because Sunday Always Comes!

Ever since my father passed, seasons like Easter, Christmas, and even my birthday feel different. Driving home, knowing he will not be there to welcome us, is something I will never get used to. I miss his warm welcome, his stories, and his presence. The ache of missing him comes in quiet waves. But even in that grief, Easter still carries hope.

Today I would have…

In loving remembrance of Simon Rambayi Dongonda Simende 21 December 1937- 4 March 2021. Four weeks ago today we laid my father to rest. The past weeks have been a rollercoaster of emotions, sadness, pain, guilt, fear, gratitude, and so many others that I can’t articulate. Even writing about Baba in the past tense stillContinueContinue reading “Today I would have…”