On the morning of 17th October 2019, I lost the first-ever subscriber to my posts, my greatest motivator and my most vocal critic.
I lost my father.
This was one year, one month, one day after I lost my grandmother.
Papa was seventy and had been struggling for the previous eighteen months. His passing away was peaceful, if not the closing ten days of life.

When he died, family and friends told me that the grief would subside with time, that time would dull the pain. It’s been less than a month, but the grief has not really subsided, so I am pinning my hopes for a longer time.