💔

 I have not had the time to fully process and pen out the couple of weeks we've just had. 3rd death in 3 months. This one was so heartbreaking. 

We lost a mother, a daughter, a Sunday sch teacher, a wise counsel, and friend.

Lockdown did us a favour to keep us together, to have cherished memories I will hold on to forever. No more long talanoa sessions and laughing and checking on each other, really because we had no choice. 

No more singing together during devotions and praying for her well being; no more talking about the brighter side of life to keep us off her physical condition; no more trying to make her smile or laugh while she was in deep pain.

Sitting around the dining realizing we don't get to hear her again
We don't get to see her again
Having tears for breakfast as we break bread and pray.

...
Nau won't stop crying. We were supposed to bury her first.  You were supposed to organize it and see that everything goes well.

All the videos I took of us were funny but all we have now are tears watching it.

You lightened up our hearts when the atmosphere was tense, you knew exactly what to say.

Your heart was always at the right place, your intentions to help supercedes your ability to help. You helped anyway.
You would do it all over again, because that's just who you are.

You told me Tata was so proud of us when he left, because you saw right through our lack while we were still becoming. 🥺

Thank you!  for the laughter and the humble impact you have marked us with. 

Wiping off tears at work and on public transport over memories of you...

Nau is still crying every day. We miss you so much.

Moce Mada Nanalevu. You've left us so heartbroken. 😔