It was the fear of experiencing my first birthday without Teeyah, my rare mom who left us on June 10, 2019. It’s an excruciating pain that continues to haunt my very existence; a wild, crippling pain that knows no bounds. By March 11, my fear of being consumed by grief had further escalated. No wonder my fear of feeling abandoned on my birthday soared as my day drew closer. It was a truly beautiful party, which inspired me to face my fear, and endure the pain.

Source: Front Page Africa March 18, 2020 07:52 UTC