UNFATHOMABLE LOSS
By Iris Akatsa
That morning call got me off guard
It was the most expensive joke I had ever heard
“Dad has gone to be with his creator”
Had I heard my brother well? Or were my ears playing tricks on me?
How? Had we not spoken less than 10 minutes earlier?
Silence wrapped around me, suffocating me in it’s heaviness
The news felt like a cruel twist of fate, impossible to reconcile
His absence echoed louder than the words I had heard from my brother
How could God do this to us?
Barely two years after our mum’s death?
The dust had not even settled yet
It was a bitter pill to swallow
Crying is useless
Grief is a process
But now am left alone, adrift in an endless sea of sorrow
No solace, no refuge
Just a vast space where once life thrived
