4 days.

4 days.
4 days and everything's changed.
No one saw this one coming, but again, which one did we ever see?
They all started out as normal days do- sunrise, alarm clock, snooze button, alarm clock, ironing board queue, bathroom rush, shouted goodbyes.
It was a normal day- except it wasn't.
There's a load of pain and loss in our corridors.
Only Heaven knows how heavy the load in my sisters' corridors is. 

There's none of the habitual hating on Monday-the-night-before-she comes at ours.
Maybe it's because this Monday will take us away from the dining table where we last saw her.
The couch the other was seated on when she was last here.
Away from my window where she came to say a longer hello- and ask why I'd been lost. Quiet. Not visiting anymore.

Or maybe, it's because life picked the weekend of our first pool party- and horribly dampened it.
Maybe we're not hating on Monday because reality was forced onto our youthful love and never ending celebration of life.
Maybe it's because last Sunday was ended on a high note- maybe that's what attracted the ripper.
So if we end tonight on a low key, maybe- just maybe, life will be gentler this week. 

4 days.
And nothing will ever be the same again.
Nothing. It's difficult to not be mad at God. Because I need Him to hold my second family together.
I hope the angels were waiting for her.
I hope the angels will keep watch over her who stayed with us.
4 days.
4 days that have forever changed life as we knew it.

For Els, Akiiki, Karungi, Kunihira, Kugonza, Kase, Kanyuz, Denis, Edgar, their mommy and Arianna's parents.