It is night-time in the soul ,so, for a while Join us kusvikirazve kwaYedza mumoyo! The Chorwira family and the Sibanda-Guni family thanks you so much for your overwhelming support and above all else prayers.
Please see below the funeral arrangements for Regerai Chorwira's funeral Service on FRIDAY, OCTOBER 18, 2013.
7 For none of us lives for ourselves alone, and none of us dies for ourselves alone. 8 If we live, we live for the Lord; and if we die, we die for the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord. 9 For this very reason, Christ died and returned to life so that he might be the Lord of both the dead and the living.
PLEASE SEE ME THROUGH MY TEARS
"How are you doing?"
As I told you,Tears came to my eyes.
You immediately began to talk again,
Your eyes looked away from me,
Your speech picked up,
And all the attention you had given me Went away.
How am I doing?
I do better when You will listen to my response,
Even though I may shed a tear of two,
For I so want your attention.
But to be ignored because I
Have, in me, pain which is so
To anyone who has not been there -
I hurt and feel angry,
So, when you look away,
I'm again alone with it.
Really, Tears are not a bad sign you know.
They're nature's way of helping me to heal.
They relieve some of the stress of sadness.
I know you fear that asking me how
I'm doing brought this sadness to me.
No, you're wrong,
The memory of my loss will always be with me,
Only a thought away.
It’s just that my tears make my pain more visible to you
But you did not give me the pain, It’s just there.
When I cry,
Could it be that you feel helpless?
You’re not, you know.
When I feel your permission to allow my tears to flow,
You’ve helped me more than you can know.
You need not verbalize your support of my tears.
Your silence as I cry is my key,
Do not fear.
You listening with your heart
"How are you doing?"
Helps relieve the pain,
Because once I allow the tears to come and go,
I feel lighter.
Talking to you releases things
I've wanted to say aloud,
And then there's space for a touch
Of joy in my life.
Honestly, when I tear up and cry,
That doesn't mean I'll cry forever -
Maybe just a minute or two -
Then I'll wipe the tears away,
And sometimes you'll find
I'm even laughing at something funny
Ten minutes later.
When I hold back my tears,
My throat grows tight,
My chest aches and
My stomach begins to knot up,
I'm trying to protect you from my tears.
Then we both hurt - me,
Because I've kept the pain inside
And it's a shield against our closeness,
And then, you hurt because suddenly,
Please take my hand and
I promise not to cry forever,
It's physically impossible, you know.