The smallest voices in the room carried the deepest pain.

“Mum said we’d be getting ready for the New Year… I’ve been waiting. Mum, please wake up.”

Those words were whispered through tears by one of the three young children standing beside the casket of Anaseini Waqavuki.

They did not understand why their mother would not answer.
They did not know this was a goodbye with no tomorrow.

Too Young to Understand What Death Means

At the service, the children clung to the edge of the casket, calling out to their mother, begging her to wake up. Their voices trembled with confusion rather than understanding.

For them, death was not a concept.
There was only waiting.

They believed their mother would respond, just as she always had. They believed she would stand up, smile, and take them home.

She did not.

Those who attended described the moment as one that shattered even the strongest hearts in the room.

A Promise Meant to Comfort

The words the children repeated were not dramatic. They were not extraordinary.

They were the kind of words a mother says to reassure her children — a simple promise tied to the New Year, a time normally filled with hope, plans, and togetherness.

It was meant to calm them.
It was meant to make them feel safe.

No one knew it would become her final promise.

Remembered as a Devoted Mother

To those who knew her, Anaseini Waqavuki was defined by one role above all others: mother.

Friends and family remember her as someone who lived entirely for her children, her family, and those around her. She was often described as a “perfect mother” — not because she was flawless, but because her life revolved around care, sacrifice, and love.

Her children were her world.

Everything she did was for them.

A Life Taken in a Single Violent Moment

That life ended suddenly, in one violent moment.

The details surrounding her death remain painful, but what remains undeniable is the aftermath: three young children left behind, forced to face a loss far beyond their years.

They did not lose just a parent.
They lost their sense of safety, routine, and certainty — all at once.

The Children Left Behind

At the casket, their grief unfolded in its rawest form.

Tiny hands pressed against polished wood.
Small voices asking questions no one could answer.
Tears falling without understanding why.

Family members tried to comfort them, holding them close, whispering reassurances — knowing there were no words that could truly explain what had happened.

How do you explain permanence to a child who still believes in waiting?

A Room Filled With Silence and Tears

Those present at the service described a heavy silence broken only by the children’s cries.

Many said it was impossible not to look away — not out of indifference, but because the pain was overwhelming.

It was a moment that forced everyone in the room to confront the true cost of violence: not just the life taken, but the lives forever altered.

Love That Does Not End

Though Anaseini Waqavuki is gone, those who loved her say her presence will continue through her children.

In their voices.
In their memories.
In the values she instilled.

Her love did not end at the casket. It lives on in the lives she shaped.

A Goodbye Without Tomorrow

For her children, this was not just a funeral.

It was a goodbye they were never prepared to say — a farewell wrapped in confusion, hope, and heartbreak.

A promise about the New Year.
A mother who never woke up.
And three young lives changed forever.