Sophia Ngugi

Losing mum over and over again: the grief of dementia and death.

Today, I read this article, “The never-ending grief of dementia,” which brought back many memories and experiences in the never-ending grief of dementia. This article really resonates with me, especially in light of my own experience of losing my mother—not once, but twice. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly when Mum started losing her memory, butContinue reading “Losing mum over and over again: the grief of dementia and death.”

When it is time, you can say goodbye.

The Weight of Unspoken Words I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I don’t feel like writing about it. Yet, it still matters. Those were the words swirling in my head over the past few months. Writing has always been therapeutic for me, yet I have felt stuck—unsure of where to begin or howContinue reading “When it is time, you can say goodbye.”

I am my father’s daughter- Happy father’s day

The year was 2000. The location was Moi University Eldoret. Finally, I was given the power to “read” by President Moi. Yes, the millennium found me here, an adult. That is not the point… but the people in this photo. Mum and Dad. My dear parents. But more so, my dad, on this fathers’ day.Continue reading “I am my father’s daughter- Happy father’s day”

Two years later, you live on

November 7, 2023 Two Years Without You Two years ago, a chain broke. In your sleep, you quietly departed from this life. It has been two years since you left us. Sometimes, it still does not feel real. I fondly remember you and thank God for the time we had together. In life, you madeContinue reading “Two years later, you live on”

Breathing. Picking up the pieces.

“Grief is not a disorder, a disease or a sign of weakness. It is an emotional, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for love. The only cure for grief is to grieve.”Earl Grollman Sometimes You Think You Know, Then When You Know, You Realize You Did Not The third quarter of the yearContinue reading “Breathing. Picking up the pieces.”

a string snapped

“Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity.” –Terri Guillemets Sometimes you are holding on to a very thin string. And sometimes, it snaps! 30th December 2022. The end of the year is usually exceptional for me. Apart from the festive season and a break from the usual routine, this alsoContinue reading “a string snapped”