Dee Mama, it took me a while to be able to type this in and as I do so, I’m trying so hard to stop the tears from coming down.
I keep recalling memories about you, your smile, your joy, your strength, even in direst times, you still displayed strength mama, as you would say and I can’t forget; « It is well, even in the well!»
You would make requests for me without my knowledge, you always thought of my future and actively made plans for me too, we didn’t get to talk so well and I was bad at calling but I cherish the moments we spoke to each other, I’d try my best to speak Igbo well and you’d try to speak English, it was short conversations but I cherish them and remember them each night. You were our defender and our teacher, you loved us and you showed it, you taught us how to live a life without regrets and a life filled with love, peace, togetherness and joy. I miss making noodles for you, I miss you mama.
I keep recalling our last moments together and you asking that we share your dinner with you, I remember returning from work and coming to greet you every evening to which you always replied with a smile. I wish you stayed to watch me grow into a man, I’m still your boy and it hurts that I won’t see you again. I hope you watch me from heaven above as an Angel and I promise to make you proud, we all will make you proud. With tears running down my eyes, I have to say Goodbye Mama. We love you
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