A wreath for my valentine

Life asked death?,”Why do people love me and hate you passionately?”.
Death replied,’It is because you are a beautiful lie and I am the painful ultimate truth’ . Today marks six years since my niece breathed her last after getting into an accident off the swing, she must have fallen off and hit by a large blunt object causing head trauma and breathless she lay. A song that captures the emotion is cinderella by Curtis Chapman and here’s a brief background. Her clock didn’t strike at midnight but rather on Friday the 13th 2015
“Cinderella” was written by Steven Curtis Chapman one night after helping his two youngest daughters – Stevey Joy and Maria Sue – to take a bath and after putting them to sleep.Several months later, in May 2008, Chapman’s youngest daughter, Maria Sue(5 years), died as a result of an accident in the Chapman’s driveway(when his oldest son, Caleb, accidentally ran her over in their drive way), and the song took on a whole new meaning for the Chapman family. While the song had originally been written as a message to love and cherish parenthood while it lasted, it acquired another message of the frailty of life and how suddenly it can change. After his daughter’s death, Chapman had said he was “pretty sure [he] would never sing the song again”. On July 11, while singing on stage, he felt God talking to him through all his songs, confronting him. Chapman felt that he needed to believe in the hope he proclaims in his songs, and bring that hope to others by singing the song.

So that is why I blog about songs and their meanings because songs bring hope. Shiba was my niece and I was her godfather so literally I can say that she was my daughter.Getting the call from the dad, I could hardly believe the news and wished it weren’t true but the beautiful lie was over and the painful truth had stared us in the face. You see even the current situation hasn’t broken me but nothing broke me like Shiba’s death. I pleaded with God,’ you should have taken me,iam a sinner and she was a little girl’

But I guess the beautiful lie we call life was no more and she was gone.

One of the greatest lifelessons I have learned from my elder brother is that you don’t have to fight to be a man, sometimes walking away heals the soul. The lawyer in me started thinking of negligence and duty of care and thought,why not file a case against the school but I thought even if the case was filed and the school was found to have been negligent, was it going to return Shiba? Was she worth any money that upon payment,we would feel better, I therefore said to myself, the beautiful lie is gone now let us deal with the ugly truth and the Palestinians say that nothing is heavier than a child’s coffin because of the grief. Shiba’s clock struck on Friday the 13th and she was gone. One thing that amazes me with the undertakers on burials is the gusto with which they do their work and it’s like they are ensuring that the person who is being burried doesn’t see the light of day ever and I lay the wreath on her grave and we returned to this beautiful lie called life.