As our descent was announced, I started feeling uneasy on the flight and my eyes welled up with hot tears.
I was going to my parents’ home after two years - and our Awesome Foursome was minus one. I was terrified of facing reality that my Dad was really gone. The first moments of seeing my Mum & brother at the East London airport is still indescribable.
I held my Mum so tight. And I cried. The 3 of us hadn’t been together to process this massive loss and our silence in that moment spoke volumes.
For this trip, my priority was my Mum. It was vital for me to be with her as she started a brand new chapter - moving to a new place after spending 40 years in the home she shared with my Dad.
Seeing my Dad’s lazy boy in the lounge, his side of the bed and entering his office were the most difficult places for me. ❤️🩹
In these photos, are just a few of the amazing people I met while I was at home. Some were short or chance meetings, but they gave me the incredible healing boost of energy that I so craved.
I wish I captured more! 🤗
I was lucky to meet many from our community at our mandir (temple) but there are so many more I would have loved to see and spend time with.
Over the past few days, I’ve scrolled through these photos and they still makes my heart smile!
I’m thankful for you all.
Lots of love! ❤️🤗🙏🏼