Her name was Minzana (affectionately known as Mini), and she passed away a little after 5:00am Monday morning (the 9th). Mini's children have gone to stay with their grandmother 4 hours away from Jeffreys Bay. And since Mini didn't have any other family in J-Bay, thay won't be having the funeral service here ether.
I feel as though all trace of Mini's life has all of a sudden been wiped away. Where's my friend I spent Christmas with? Where's the mother who was so determined to teach her children English so that they could have a better future? Where's the women who, despite being very sick for the past three years, had an unshakable trust in God? Where's the little boy who would giggle during prayers with his mom?
I miss them. I miss Mini.
I'm ashamed that I only went to visit Mini one time while she was in the hospital. One time. And that was the day she was admitted (the 6th).
I have this indescribable pit of loss in my stomach. It feels like I'm at the highest peak of a roller coaster, about to plummet back down.
Minzana was in her 30s. Her 30s.
What is this beast that is HIV?
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