Some plans are stone tablet commandments, others are shopping baskets, I chose my annual leave week with the latter in mind. Working around the clock to help to plan a funeral from thousands of miles away was hardly the top of my priorities.
However, when the largest connection to your heritage is no longer, it is fitting to produce something that reflects their impact. My grandma will only mean so much to a certain group of people and in a decade, that group may have shrunk significantly. I’m grateful that I had the chance to have a relationship with my grandmother. I walk with my physical head high, because of the confidence she gave me.
Due to the lockdown in my motherland, I couldn’t physically be there, yet I was still able to share my tribute digitally. I delivered this acapella in the first instance, yet it felt right to give this the treatment I would give my main creative output.
Both grandparents are now reunited on the Veranda in the sky. With that being said, I wanted to share my favourite moment from my grandad’s funeral a few years ago.
I know it’ll take time to come to terms with this yet her being at peace is all that matters.
If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading.