This time last week was the beginning of our new family life.
We said our goodbyes in the best way possible. We celebrated his life and gave thanks that we had been lucky to have him. We acknowledged our sadness but looked forward to brighter days. At such Nigerian affairs the children dance. So we danced for our dear father.
As weird as it felt, it was also uplifting, it somehow changed the tone from what had started out as incredibly sad and painful to something much more bearable.
Now there is much more time to think about things. Now there is a time to look at all the things I have stored away in boxes in my mind. Now is the time to enter the loft and re-examine all that I had been too scared and too busy really explore. It will not be easy but I suppose it is part of the healing process and what we must all go through.