On September 28, 2009, my dad quietly left me behind to be with the Lord. I took comfort in my mum. An angel in flesh.
No one ever had a bad word to say about her. Stern and born a headmistress, but she had love thoroughly coursing through her veins, dishing help left, right, and center.
She ate through books like a proper bookworm. Always working. Super inquisitive.
God felt we have had it too good. Maybe we were getting too comfortable to think she was mortal like us. He suddenly and forcibly reminded us that she’s more of His than of us.
So on March 15, 2012, God took my mother away. Never for me to see her again.
Never to share a moment with her again.
I’m sad. Cranky. But yet grateful for the life she led.
When I grow up, I want to be like her.
Sleep well. DT Olowe.
From 6, then 5. And all the other numbers you can think of.