When my grandmother died, I could finally take a breath of air.
Muwa died at the age of 92, and the family as one wouldn’t expect was secretly at peace. This was 2 months ago.
What a horrible thing it is to say, isn’t it? That we were happy she passed. Were we selfish? Maybe. But this is indeed what She wanted. We were happy For Muwa. This world wasn’t for her anymore.
We all say that life, in all its glory, should be a choice. That it should be up to a person on how they want to live it, and what they want to do. But why don’t we extend this way…
