The other day I thought of my family and a bout of nostalgia took over me which nearly made my heart go limp. I thought of the times we shared together living as a family, the struggles and wins, the differences and compromises and most important the laughter’s and games we played together. Ohh, and not to forget the Saturday mornings when we would all wear our very best and head out to Sabbath mornings. Yes, time is but fleeting and we have found ourselves in different parts of the globe and the once large happy family is in bits but expanding.
As you read this, it may be hard to relate to my experience but for those who are from closely knit families, whether small or large you will share in my opinion. While I lived closer to them (geographically), I may not have fully appreciated that fact but now that I am miles and miles away, I miss them each and every day. I may not be a public person but I stay on Facebook just to read their hilarious updates, catch a glimpse of their photos and keep tabs with their daily lives-Thank you Facebook team! Life desires and aspirations may have led me to where I am now but no single day passes without thinking of the wonderful Mboya family. They may not be my neighbors next door but they are closer than that. They live somewhere special- in my heart. With every heart beat, I see my beloved mother laugh and my father crack a joke. In my smile, I keep the joy and warmth my siblings and parents showered me with while I was closer to them. And every night as I lay me down, I hug my pillow tight and say a little prayer for them
Ohh, yes, they have a special place in my heart and I love them dearly ….. Every day, if not every moment, it’s a family day in my heart; for that’s where they live!
