Good day, my darling Grandmama. Hope all's well up there. Happy Birthday. Hope you get thrown a nice party.
I still remember the day you left us like it was yesterday. The phone call on that Sunday morning from Grandpa, instructing Mummy and Daddy to come to
. I remember the text I sent you, saying "Get well soon, Grandmama. Hope to see you soon". You never saw it. You were gone already. A day without hearing your voice was rare. The day before, I remember talking to you and you telling me to be a good boy. To think that I was to embark on the next phase of my life without having you pass across words of wisdom or being there to scold me when I did wrong was not something I had ever imagined. Ibadan
So far, so good. We thank God for bringing us thus far. Sometimes, the road gets rough but the only thing we can do is just stay strong and make lemonade out of the lemons thrust our way. I look up to the sky trusting and hoping that you're looking over me and finding ways of easing the path. I still miss you. Sometimes, I think about you and start crying. I know it won't bring you back, but it's the only way I can express myself. It's even worse knowing that I can't talk to Momo (My Mum) because I’m sure it’s harder for her and her well being/happiness is something I value.
One of the things you always made clear to me was that, the most important thing in Life was to make my parents happy. That’s the biggest motivator for me and I want you to know that. I might do wrong now and then and cause disappointment but that’s not to take away from me using your words in working towards the great person I aspire to be.
We tell ourselves every time things go wrong that God knows best. You didn’t leave us young and we’re grateful to the Almighty for that. It’s normal that during my dark days, I question him not letting you see Boluwatife. The cool thing though is that he looks a lot like you so I take it that he’s your gateway to us and for that we remain ever grateful. I love and miss you Grandma.
Hope to see you soon,