A few years ago i lost my daughter in an accident. She was traveling with her friends to a vacation she had been looking forward to for the longest time. Unfortunately on their way there they got involved in a car accident and she's the only one that didn't survive.
Her luggage and clothes she wore on that dat were given to me. It's been 4 years and i still have the clothes. They still have her blood stains and i am not planning to wash them or even burn them.
I have even put them in a frame and one day when i am string enough i am definitely going to hang them on my wall. I stopped talking to a friend of mine for calling me creepy for keeping the clothes and framing them.
I mean if people won't allow me to grief how i want then i don't see the need to keep them around. The other day i was watching Lynn Forbes who is the mother of the slain South African rapper AKA crying on unexpected.
She was showing her sister the shoes AKA died wearing. The shoes had his blood stains and instead of her sister judging her she comforted her and cried with her.
She understood her pain very well. I also related so much. We all watched how strong Lynn was during the preparations of her son's death. I was even worried about her during the process.
But when i saw her crying on the episode i was very relieved. Crying helps sometimes and it's very much needed.
My mother inlaw called me a witch because i refused to let Anyone in my daughters room and i refused to give away her clothes.
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