love is a beautiful thing, but is it worth grief?
The girl slumped and died, so they said. I was walking down the pathway alone, looking down and kicking stones, wondering at life and it’s events.
I had asked those I heard talking about what happened, nobody really knows, the summary is just bad timing and sickle cell anaemia. How does a young teenage girl just die? How? At that point, I just couldn’t comprehend it, the pain, the grief… of her family, of her friends. I thought about the pain her mum and her dad must be going through, the heart break… and I wondered…
Why do we overlook details that are so important?
Sickle cell disease is inherited from parents, determined by their blood groups and I wondered if the love felt by young people in such situations towards each other is so strong… if it’s stronger than the grief of losing a child… I wondered, if the love they felt for each other could now save them from the grief… I wondered, if they were just ignorant at the time or if they knowingly made the choice… I wondered, if they’d make the same choice again if given a chance to go back in time…
To be candid… I don’t think it’s worth it… I don’t think any strong emotion of love you feel right now can be compared to the grief of losing a child to the cold hands of death, if your choice could have made a difference. You can find love elsewhere, but you can’t find that child elsewhere.
So, I’m appealing to you through this piece. If you’re in a situation where you have to choose, choose life.
Please, leave your comments. I’d like to know your thoughts. Thanks.
Outfit details: Top and skirt designed by me, brought to life by my friend Abimbola (IG: @abimbola0704)