Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

I finally shared the courage award to the one who gave birth to Angie the other day. At first I was apprehensive. What would she say? Would she even approve? It’s her daughter after all and what right do I have to tell her story my way. To my surprise she cried. She kept thanking me as she never knew that I still carried Angie’s death so close to my heart. I told her I was there when the news broke. Angie reached out to me, I said. Not her brother, no one else but me, that I owe it to her to ensure that even death does not have the final say. See this life in the end is all vanity. The only prayer is that when we die and we will all die one day, that someone somewhere works to ensure that even death does not have the last word. When this occurs, if you happen to be the one whose life work is to help others live beyond themselves, know that you too will live beyond yourself. I’m in a space where I am learning to live beyond myself and Angie, even in death is leading me all the way.