Rest in peace, my dear brother

Death whence do you hide? How do you choose those you snatch from us? You strike where it hurts most. You leave us shaken, teary and feeble at heart and weak. Death where do you take those you grasp? Yes, they say the answer is in religious books, but still it is too painful to part forever.

My brother Kibet, you who comes after me, we mourn you. Thursday, November 12, 9:30am. Just a night in hospital. Doctors diagnosed a condition hard to pronounce. But even if it was as easy as saying ABCD it would not be any less cruel.