Dear Papa,

We are living in crazy times, confined to our homes, working and educating and learning to deal with the new normal from home. I miss you. Anytime that I see or read something that deeply resonates with me I think of you. Sharing it with you and then I am reminded by the stark realization that it will no longer be possible to do so. I have no recording of your voice. Your laugh, your smile and the way you called my name and how you always just knew how I was feeling with Hello.

If for nothing else I want to believe in afterlife and religion because I want to talk to you again, see you again and be with you again with all the shared context of our lives. I want to think and imagine that you are looking over me and looking at how I am doing life. If only there was a way to be in touch and to talk. At the end of the day if I could have that I would feel happier.

I should be glad and I am glad and grateful to have had this relationship with you. I just wish there was more time.

With love
Chuti-Muti