{"id":156,"date":"2015-09-01T13:54:41","date_gmt":"2015-09-01T13:54:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/?p=156"},"modified":"2015-09-01T13:54:41","modified_gmt":"2015-09-01T13:54:41","slug":"life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/index.php\/2015\/09\/01\/life\/","title":{"rendered":"Life."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/Sibo-and-mum.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-73\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/Sibo-and-mum-1024x983.jpg\" alt=\"Sibo and mum\" width=\"474\" height=\"455\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/Sibo-and-mum-1024x983.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/Sibo-and-mum-300x288.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/Sibo-and-mum.jpg 1661w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 474px) 85vw, 474px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The other day one of my uncles passed away. When my mom told me about it my first thought was&#8230; well, okay \u2013 he was old and we did not see him very often. So how does this affect me?<\/p>\n<p>I went outside to play.<\/p>\n<p>But then I started thinking&#8230; I quite liked that uncle.<\/p>\n<p>He always used to come and visit and produce sweets out of his pocket like magic. Sometimes he pretended he found them in my ear! But more importantly, he talked to me like I was a real person. Not just some dumb little kid. He used to ask me questions about school and what I was doing &#8211; it seemed like he cared what the answer was. He listened to me.<\/p>\n<p>I just took that for granted and maybe did not appreciate it enough.<\/p>\n<p>You know, we often take people for granted. We just assume that they are going to be there forever more. And then sometimes\u2026 pooof! They are gone.<\/p>\n<p>People pass away. Important people in our lives, people who we care about. And once they are gone, they are gone for good.<\/p>\n<p>We will never, ever see them again in real life. Sure, we can look at photos but it\u2019s not the same, is it. You can\u2019t touch them. Or talk to them.<\/p>\n<p>We won\u2019t be able to hug them. Or ask them questions about special stuff that only they knew about. They are just not here anymore.<\/p>\n<p>But we are just little kids and we are not supposed to worry about stuff like this\u2026 are we?<\/p>\n<p>I sat on the swing and thought about my uncle. Realising that he was no longer here anymore made me so sad that I cried a bit. I went inside and gave my mum a hug. I was glad that she was real, and warm\u2026 and here.<\/p>\n<p>I think Mum thought I was a little bit crazy \u2013 but she hugged me back anyway.<\/p>\n<p>Your uncle will always be with you, she told me. Just think about him \u2013 and he will be there in your head and your heart.<\/p>\n<p>So I thought about him and could almost see him. It made me smile.<\/p>\n<p>I guess people really do live on in our hearts forever.<\/p>\n<p>We should appreciate the people around us. We never know when they will be snatched away.<\/p>\n<p>Hugs,<\/p>\n<p>Sibo<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The other day one of my uncles passed away. When my mom told me about it my first thought was&#8230; well, okay \u2013 he was old and we did not see him very often. So how does this affect me? I went outside to play. But then I started thinking&#8230; I quite liked that uncle. &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/index.php\/2015\/09\/01\/life\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Life.&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[31,16],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/156"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=156"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/156\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":157,"href":"https:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/156\/revisions\/157"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=156"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=156"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.sibo.co.za\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=156"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}