View this post on Instagram #RestWellWiafe #DespiteMedia A post shared by UTV Ghana (@utvghana) on Jun 13, 2020 at 2:47am PDT
#RestWellWiafe #DespiteMedia
A post shared by UTV Ghana (@utvghana) on Jun 13, 2020 at 2:47am PDT
View this post on Instagram You were not just our friend, you were our confidant and our source of inspiration and motivation. Though we cannot see you or meet you, you will always stay alive and smiling in our memories and hearts. May your soul rest in peace A post shared by Fadda Dickson (@faddick) on Jun 12, 2020 at 2:15pm PDT
You were not just our friend, you were our confidant and our source of inspiration and motivation. Though we cannot see you or meet you, you will always stay alive and smiling in our memories and hearts. May your soul rest in peace
A post shared by Fadda Dickson (@faddick) on Jun 12, 2020 at 2:15pm PDT
View this post on Instagram Grief can destroy you --or focus you. You can decide a relationship was all for nothing if it had to end in death, and you alone. OR you can realize that every moment of it had more meaning than you dared to recognize at the time, so much meaning it scared you, so you just lived, just took for granted the love and laughter of each day, and didn't allow yourself to consider the sacredness of it. But when it's over and you're alone, you begin to see that it wasn't just a movie and a dinner together, not just watching sunsets together, not just scrubbing a floor or washing dishes together or worrying over a high electric bill. It was everything, it was the why of life, every event and precious moment of it. The answer to the mystery of existence is the love you shared sometimes so imperfectly, and when the loss wakes you to the deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can't get off your knees for a long time, you're driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss but by gratitude for what preceded the loss. And the ache is always there, but one day not the emptiness, because to nurture the emptiness, to take solace in it, is to disrespect the gift of life. A post shared by Fadda Dickson (@faddick) on Jun 7, 2020 at 3:13am PDT
Grief can destroy you --or focus you. You can decide a relationship was all for nothing if it had to end in death, and you alone. OR you can realize that every moment of it had more meaning than you dared to recognize at the time, so much meaning it scared you, so you just lived, just took for granted the love and laughter of each day, and didn't allow yourself to consider the sacredness of it. But when it's over and you're alone, you begin to see that it wasn't just a movie and a dinner together, not just watching sunsets together, not just scrubbing a floor or washing dishes together or worrying over a high electric bill. It was everything, it was the why of life, every event and precious moment of it. The answer to the mystery of existence is the love you shared sometimes so imperfectly, and when the loss wakes you to the deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can't get off your knees for a long time, you're driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss but by gratitude for what preceded the loss. And the ache is always there, but one day not the emptiness, because to nurture the emptiness, to take solace in it, is to disrespect the gift of life.
A post shared by Fadda Dickson (@faddick) on Jun 7, 2020 at 3:13am PDT
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