My Baba 🕊️ may your soul rest in peace.
My dad passed away at 46 from a heart attack. I am broken, but I trust that the Lord’s ways are greater than mine.
He was a quiet man. A funny man. A man who only spoke when necessary. A man of peace, community, and friendship.
My father, David Philip Garang Deng, was a hustler. He cherished friendship and family above all else. A man of God, and a man who loved his children deeply.
Baba and I were very close, especially in his last 2–3 years. I was his firstborn, his first daughter. He loved me so much, and I loved him just the same.
My heart is broken. I feel robbed. I feel like there is still so much left unsaid. But I stand firm in my faith and trust in God.
By God’s timing, we arrived at the airport in Juba at the same time. Baba always told me he wanted to be the one to welcome me to Juba, and he kept that promise. Not in the way I expected, but nonetheless. In this moment, you gave me the gift of family, of remembering my roots, and of seeing where I’m going.
My dad gave me the gift of family and community. No matter how complex, how messy, or how annoying it can be — these are my people. And we stand together.
Baba, I pray that you continue to watch over and protect all of your children. I pray that I can make you proud. Please continue to guide me.
I promise to be the best big sister in the world.
Your legacy will live on and thrive, in Jesus’ name.
06/03/79 — 01/03/26
my favourite moments of 2025 !! it's such a weird period between the end of year and the New Year. You never know what day it is. am I the only one who feels like this?
