THESE TEARS!
These Tears!
If the Lord were to offer me one more chance to make one last request in my life. What would my answer be?
Come on Sydney, ask anything and whatever it is that you ask, I will give it to you!
Without blinking for a second. I would ask the Lord to restore my late big brother back to life. Nothing would make me happier than to be walking next to my brother again.
These tears I have been crying since day one after we laid him to rest. That day, I stood and gazed at his casket as it slowly descended way down.
It was surreal as the wells of my eyes filled up with tears. I stood there dumbfounded and still wondering what would be my first day on earth be like without my big brother.
These tears which I cried will never dry up until I go down my grave. It is impossible to forget the man who selfishly sacrificed his life for mine. My big brother is responsible for the world I’m living in today.
Hey world, today I am a better person because of my big brother. My survival, my education all paid up by my big brother, after our parents passed on when I was just a kid.
These tears that I cry are a testament and the legacy which my big brother left for me to jump into his giant shoes.
On the first night we had a drizzling rain which went on for hours. I laid on my bed exhausted and defeated, still grieving my big brother.
For the first time in my life, I felt it was not raining all around but, more than anything; it was raining inside my heart.
O God, for these tears! I carry them everywhere I go. Each teardrop represents a day in my life with my big brother. I miss him so dearly!
Words cannot articulate my pain. What else can I say?
These tears are the invisible scars which nobody can see but me. I may be laughing or joking about life to wind down time.
But I see my brother’s face painted in every billboard around my space. I never once thought I’d be confronted with living in this world without my big brother.
These tears I shed every once in a while, my memory rolls back to a time when my brother used to fill my world like a rainbow. I thank God for the moments.
Well, I don’t know about everybody else. Some of you might get tired of hearing this. Hello. Go right ahead and spew out all your expletives.
But as long as I have my breath, I will always have something new to say about my brother. Yes, he may be gone but he will never be forgotten in this world of mine!
These tears are the only assurance and convincing thing left, for real now: I will never see my brother walk this world and smiling at me again!
Dear Lord. After seven long years, the pain of my sadness still bite as sharply as if it happened only yesterday.
In the Garden, God gave all the medical herbs for Adam to survive thereby. But none of these were meant to heal grief. Why?
Because death and grief were not part of the great scheme of God for man.
These tears is the only way to mourn for my dear brother right to my grave
For the better part of my life, all the good times and sweet memories I shared with my brother, help me soar above these clouds of pain!
These tears, are indelible traits left by my hero. His legacy is my world today.
Tearfully Whitten By: Sydney Pikelela Gutyungwa
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