Coping With Loss




It's phase two and I am here literally drooling at this piece of work! It is indeed God's masterpiece. Such a wonderful account of "Lessons From My Father. "

When this journey of loss of my father began, like many who have experienced loss, I never imagined looking beyond the pain. I was frustrated, lost, disappointed, and then some more.

The loss of a loved one is such an overwhelming experience. Many have different ways of coping; some wail till the cows come home, others hibernate, yet some get stronger by discovering something that heals them. 

I found something! I tried everything until one day, just one day, while all alone, reflecting quietly. 

A whisper of this writing project came to my ears. 

I quickly jumped at it and wrote a little unpublished booklet entitled; "A Father's Journey." in honour and remembrance of him. Relatives and friends bought the book; for many, their fresh pain was relieved. I felt accomplished at this achievement. I had been able to extend comfort and relief to so many but yet within me a voice was saying;

"That's not enough, c'mon you can do much better."

Pushing away from the "inner voice", I continued to distribute this little booklet which of course was my pride. I went on to identify gurus in the writing space and some relatives with diverse skills to get a feel of their opinions. 

Among these was Dr. Susan Kiguli, a Ugandan Poet and Literary Scholar, Ms. Victoria Wilson Darrah a Ugandan-Born Speaker and Author, and my father inlaw, Prof. William Gombya-Ssembajjwe, a renowned Forestry Scholar. 

The amazing feedback was almost as though they all had sat at the same table to discuss their feedback. All intimated the need for me to expound on the book beyond just friends and relatives. In other words, just like the "inner voice", take it a notch higher. 

Deflated in my heart, I put the little book away and started to focus on other things in life. What was I to do after such a backlash of uniform feedback? Still the voice kept nudging...gentle, soft, and yet firm. 

"That's pride, you know! You can still do better...get on with it."

The interesting thing is that this voice never stops...it doesn't matter at which point in life you are at. It keeps going until you heed.

After the assignment is done, then goes the voice once again in such a subtle yet firm tone; 

There is still more to be done!!! 


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