Friday the 13th

I spent the entire 2nd week in may 2022 in anxiety. I was afraid of Friday, the 13th of May.

I learned a lot about grief in a few months…between December 2021 and April 2022.

What amazes me is how it took over 20 years of loosing loved ones to finally feel a great sense of loss.

I’ve lost so many loved ones over the years so you would think I would have become used to death and grieving.

Let’s see, there was aunty Pat, then there was Shagba, Uncle Abraham, Uncle Peter, Joey, Ernie, Tertsea, Uncle Nguneakaa… It’s a long list.

In addition to that list, on a Friday, the 13th day of May 2013 Uncle Charles went to be with the Lord. It was a bad blow.

It was when I gave in to the belief that Friday the 13th was an unlucky day.

Somehow I never noticed any ones that occured till 2022.

Filled with grief and fear from the loss of my friend and my cousin within one month, I couldn’t help but notice that the 13th of May 2022 fell on a Friday.

I waited in fear…

The day came and went.

Everything went well.

It was all in my mind.

Fear is a horrible thing.