Gugu and Domie Foundation

27/05/2026

Move On : People say ‘move on’ because they are uncomfortable with grief, not because grief has an end point. I get you .A parent does not move on from the loss of a child. You learn, somehow, to carry unbearable love and unbearable pain at the same time.My brain and heart are still in the moment my daughter took her last breath, and now with son gone too, grief does not simply disappear because time passes. ‘Move on’ feels dismissive because it ignores the reality that loss changes a person forever.What I am doing is not refusing to live — I am learning to navigate life in a world that no longer looks the way it once did. I am surviving, adapting, and carrying memories that matter every single day.I do not need to be told to move on. I need understanding, patience, and compassion.You move on from places, jobs, and phases of life. You do not move on from losing people you love. You learn to live around the grief, but it remains part of you.Love you all Shalom 💙

23/05/2026

Hey everyone.
Today marks one year since I laid my daughter Gugu to rest. She passed on the 12th, and we said our final goodbye on the 23rd. And then on the 27th of January, her brother Domie suddenly joined her in Heaven. I like to believe they found each other again. That they’re together, watching over us, laughing like they used to.Gugu,Domie you are my babies forever. I carry you in everything I do — in my smile, in my tears, in the name Mma Gugu, Mma Domie that I’ll never let go of.If you’re reading this, please say their names today. Share one memory. Keep them alive with us.
Thank you for loving my children.

Forever your Mama, Pheebs.

23/05/2026

Remembering you my baby

21/05/2026

It’s not only the loss is the silence ,confusion , dot , said and unsaid ….the lonely journey

21/05/2026

Only God knows

13/05/2026

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13/05/2026

Being at a quieter side of late as May a year after is a bit hard .Thought to briefly pop in after a lovely chat .Someone asked me today: “Is it okay to call you Gugu’s Mom? Dominic’s Mom?” My answer is yes. And thank you. In our Zimbabwean culture, a woman is honoured by the children she bears. We say Mma Gugu. Mma Domie. Mma Bee ,Mma Bonnie .That’s not just a name. That’s identity. That’s honour. That’s life.
So let me say this clearly:
Naming my children after I’ve lost them is not a reminder that they died. It’s a declaration that they lived. Gugu lived. Dominic lived. They laughed, they loved, they were my kids.Calling me their mother doesn’t bring me pain — it brings me joy. It says “They mattered. They are remembered. They are still yours.”When you hesitate to say “Mma Domie” because you’re afraid it will upset me, you’re trying to protect me. I see that love. But please know: the greatest pain is silence. The greatest healing is when you say their names out loud and treat me like the mother I still am.A mother doesn’t stop being a mother because her child is in Heaven. Marriage name may change. But “Mother” never does.So if it feels right in your heart, call me Mma Gugu. Call me Mma Domie.
Say their names. Tell stories about them. Let me see that they are still part of this family.You are not reminding me of death. You are celebrating life. You are not opening a wound. You are honouring a son and a daughter.
Thank you for loving me enough to ask. Thank you for loving my children enough to remember.
From me ,your friend ,sister, Auntie, colleague and Mother, Pheebs — Mma Gugu. Mma Domie. Mma Bee.Mma Bonnie👑🌷

11/05/2026

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Sunday :For my Dominic, on Mother’s Day 2026 for Africa and the rest of the world 🌍 UK 🇬🇧 March
My son loved to send early morning text and this is to him .My son, my Domie ,I sat on my bed this morning, phone in hand, waiting. For your text. Your voice. Your “Happy Mother’s Day, Ma.” Happy mother ‘s day MaGolide
It didn’t come. And my heart broke all over again.1st Mother’s Day without you
But then I remembered:
You never forgot me while you were here. And Heaven doesn’t forget either.So today, I will say it for both of us:
Happy Mother’s Day to me — the mum of Dominic. The boy who made me laugh. The man who made me proud. The son whose love still shows up in his friends, his cousins, his sisters, his niece Freya.You are not here to text me, Domie. But you are here. In Gugu’s laugh I hear sometimes. In Bee mothering Freya. In Bonnie’s greetings
In every friend who says your name. In every niece who wept for you and called me Mama.
I carry you, son. Always.
Until I see you again.
You Your Mum 👑💙
Gugu’s brother. Freya’s Uncle Domie. Forever my boy.