We all saw it, the large chunk of soil, as it came to hush us, to call us back to the earth from whence we came.
Dear Sofia, can I call you dear? My mamamia, please don’t shed a tear, in any manner, my future baby mama.
It was a cold dark night, as dark as it gets
Its a calling
The mask dropped and she could see right into my eyes…
My eyes were teary …
I wanted to hide them but they resisted …
“We did all we could… Am sorry…”
The words were cold and those of regret and helplessness.
How else could we say it to make it look like it wasn’t a recipe gone wrong or a football match lost… but the actual enormirty of a life lost and history changed..a beginning of broken hearts and a story that could never be re-written…
“Death is swallowed up in victory.
Oh death, where is your victory?
Oh death, where is your sting?”
The Living Bible
RIP James Kabuchi
gone too soon.