What they don’t tell you about grief.

First week into the year 2024, I lost my very good friend, Uche Ugo. I was alone at home when I heard the news, and I remember clearly how I cried my eyes out. How I forced myself to think I was being pranked, how I couldn’t sleep, and how the only person I wanted to talk to wasn’t there for me, but that’s another story for another day. The day after I got the news of Uche’s death, I couldn’t concentrate at work. I was a shadow of myself and cried every second, my eyes were red, and my head kept throbbing every second that I felt like it was going to fall off. I cried for days, and even though I think about Uche every other day, I haven’t cried in over a month, and I feel guilty. I feel sad that my friend is gone, and it seems like I’ve moved on from his death, which is far from the truth. A week ago, I called his number just because I wanted to, and someone picked it up, I didn’t have the courage to say anything, so I dropped the call almost immediately. I have been sending messages to his whatsapp because I’m “delulu” of course. Uche, my only consolation is that we are #neverdiegang. I miss you, my dear friend, I miss you, Uche. Till we meet again, keep resting in our father’s bossom.