Mid-Morning Musings: Processing Loss & the Poisonous Nature of Hate

On Wednesday, July 21st, I received news that my uncle had passed away. We weren’t blood relatives. He was my mum’s neighbour in Fiji when they were kids and also her best friend from childhood, one of the few that she had. As long as I can remember, he’s always been a strong and positive presence in my life. From my own childhood, I have always loved, respected, and perceived him as a second father to me. When I received news of his death, I felt nothing but shock and disbelief.