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“I’ll Be Missing You!” Esco Writes a Heartfelt Piece in Memory of the Passing Away of His Dad

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dreamstime_l_24366076It is all coming back to me now.

2009 was my annus horribilis – a year of true discontent.

I remember jumping out of the shower one bitter August morning because my cell phone had been ringing itself hoarse. Only to pick the Motorola set and be told that my dad had just passed away in the hospital.

The terrible news cut like a blunt suya knife. I had been getting ready to go relieve my sister, as we took turns to stay with him while he convalesced.

So moments later, there I was rocking his lifeless corpse crying as I appealed in despair “Please wake up, Dad. Don’t die on me. This is not in the plan….Chai!”

Kpomkwem, my baby sister, branched in a corner sobbing violently – her heart broken. She had been daddy’s dearest – the udara of his eye. My mother’s hair and wrapper were a shambles, matted together by tears and mucus running from her eyes and nostrils. Half an hour before, my mum and Kpomkwem had briefly stepped out of the room to prepare his favourite breakfast. He suddenly flat-lined and like that he was gone….Like an aladura candle in the wind.

Otaakara would never meet her grand-dad.

As I held on to him, I could have been that child in the tragic boxing movie “The Champ” whose dad gave up the ghost in the boxing ring during a violent grudge match. The boy would shake his father’s limp body sobbing “Wake up champ…Don’t sleep, we have got to go home…” as he tore himself away from lookers’ attempts to lead him away. See video clip at here

At least he had final moments with his papa. Just like Mufasa and Simba. Here, I held my pop’s listless frame up, and I tried to will him alive, but his dead-eyed stares just went through me. I wondered what it was that he was seeing. Could it be arch-angels ascending and descending up and down cloudy stairways into a glorious abyss as God called him? Or could he be watching his life story flashing before his eyes in Heaven’s movie? Could he perhaps foresee the obstacles that awaited me and those he had left behind? Or a glorious future that awaited Nigeria as it finally broke itself free from the shackles of oil dependence and inglorious corruption?

The nurses and medical staff ushered me out of the room, as they started to prepare papa for a body bag. There would be no Lazarus ending. My mind was still in a daze when the doctor placed the death certificate in my hands. It stated all manners of Latin medical terminologies including the cause of death. However what I interpreted was thus: Age 67. And that was his real, not footballing or civil service age. Survived the Nigerian civil war. Received 20 pounds. Lost millions of his life savings in a 90s failed bank Ponzi scheme. Killed off by cancer and stroke

It was a difficult time for the Esco family. The widow and offspring of a dead father are society’s Cinderellas. Nobody sees their struggles – they only see their troubles.

So as I started my journey into middle life, my lot was to be a makeshift consort to my father’s widow, replacement father to my siblings and be a Siamese twin to my own self. And the void could not be merely remedied by trying to cover bills and the living expenses that would surely come.  A fixed income does not repair a broken home.

“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”

― William ShakespeareRomeo and Juliet (Shakespeare )

This short piece is dedicated to anyone that has ever lost a dear one to the scourge of disease, early death, an accident or a negligent omission. I hope you find closure and comfort in knowing that they are in God’s peace at last.

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Fellow Nigerians, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity that I present these memoranda as a living testament and recollection of history in the making during our generation.Preamble: Esco is a lampoonist, content provider for hire, and convener of the blog Literati: Satires On Nigerian Life www.woahnigeria.wordpress.com, which is a symposium to project the conditions of every Nigerian and inspire young people all over the world. He is currently working on his memoirs “The Great, Wonderful Adventures of Esco”, which will be available in 2016. Esco can be reached for scripting writing, ghost writing and editing work by email at [email protected] Oh, and he occasionally tweets at @Escowoah.

38 Comments

  1. Moyo

    April 14, 2016 at 4:10 pm

    I lost my dad to cancer in 2001, one moth after I gave birth to my first born, I lost my Mum last year December, tears still well up in my eyes when I talk about her. Sometimes, I am in the office and I forget that she is gone and I am remind myself that I have not called her today. why is life so unfair. There are people whose parents are over 80 years old and they are still alive. Why did my own parents have to die at 70/71

    • Queen Bee

      April 14, 2016 at 4:48 pm

      my dad was just 63, he hadnt even started enjoying what i had planned for him, he wasnt ill stepped out 31st dec and had a minor heart burn, asked my kid brother to drive and less dan 10mins he was gone. the hospital tried but nothing i wish he lived till 70 or even just see my wedding day, i cant ever get over him, its too bad he left too soon TOO Soon

    • Mr. Egghead

      April 14, 2016 at 10:23 pm

      It can be a truly terrible feeling. Really burns the spirit when you can’t fulfill all the grand dreams you have for your parents. How they will enjoy your money. How they will rest from all their hard labour. . . and then you lose them suddenly.
      May those who have lost loved ones be comforted

  2. jewels

    April 14, 2016 at 4:27 pm

    I lost my dad to cancer so i can relate with your story very well.
    My dad had been sick but a very strong willed man. I had this intuition to visit him that weekend. i spent my whole Saturday in the hospital with him and had to leave by noon the next day to catch a flight with a promise that i will be visiting again in the coming week.
    Alas, he passes early hours Monday morning. Each time i think of it………..i know God spoke to me to make that trip, to see him alive for the last time before he passed.
    Cancer is a very wicked disease.

  3. Queen Bee

    April 14, 2016 at 4:32 pm

    omg this just made me break down in tears at work, i was preparing for new year eve service when my younger brother called me to say my dad had given up,whose i couldnt believe my ears i burst out in tears on the road with people steering at me and all i could imagine was Lord wake me up from this nightmare, while everyone was shouting happy 2016 i was shouting to God to bring my dearest dad back, 3months and im still trying to get back to reality, i miss him everyday and believe he’s with God. RIP dad i miss you more than i can describe, you taught us to be strong but im sorry to disappoint you i cant be strong enough to accept the fact you are no more. Love you and cant wait to be with you in heaven where we part no more

  4. yourstrulyblogposts.blogspot.com

    April 14, 2016 at 4:38 pm

    Oh dear, I feel your pain – May he continue to rest in peace, Amen x

  5. tush

    April 14, 2016 at 4:45 pm

    i love u mum. 1 year yesterday u left at the tender age of 52 leaving me n my siblings orphans, u didnt even wait to meet ur granddaughter. i love u always

    • Munachi

      April 14, 2016 at 5:05 pm

      We share similar story. ..lost my mom last month at 52 too, lost my dad in 2000 and I am wishing someone will wake me up from this dream

  6. Oge

    April 14, 2016 at 4:46 pm

    Very touching! Alas, it’s a reality that we all face someday. However, while living, the good deed we do will still live after us. Bottom line :live life to the fullest, never allow the thought of envy get to you, help as many as you could think of. Life itself for now is short!

  7. Ada

    April 14, 2016 at 4:53 pm

    I lost my Father in 2009 too. March 23, 2009. At the time, I was a youth corper. I didn’t have final moments with him. I just went on youth service and never saw my Father again until 8th of May when he laid in State in our house in the village. I cried like my heart would break. I never said goodbye. He was sick but I thought he would get well. I thought I would see him after camp. I never did. But my own is still better, I had brothers outside the country, 1 who saw my dad last on his wedding day and another who saw my dad last after he collected money to go study abroad. The pain they felt must have eclipsed my own, I don’t know. Death brings great pain to the living is all I know. I hope I get to live after I die and my loved ones get to live after death too. That somehow will make up for all the pain of life and for the heartbreak of watching loved ones die.

  8. NIRA

    April 14, 2016 at 4:57 pm

    I lost my day to cancer of the stomach in 2012. I remember saying “thank God” when my brother came into my room to tell me that our dad had stopped breathing (he died at home). I thanked God cos his suffering was over, and I knew he had gone to be with God. Growing up, I never saw my dad sick, not even cold or flu (he was blessed with good health); then came CANCER! Tried to mess my neat and tidy daddy up. He felt bad that we had to give up things to stay with him. The doctors in India said he didn’t have up to 3 weeks to live, he died on the 14th day. I’m very sure he’s in heaven. Stay there daddy, i nugo? We shall see….

  9. Bamz

    April 14, 2016 at 5:03 pm

    I lost my elder brother in 2003 he made some wrong decisions that eventually took his life sigh! I love and miss you dearly $p rest on in the Lord!

  10. Bamz

    April 14, 2016 at 5:03 pm

    *older

  11. anonymous

    April 14, 2016 at 5:15 pm

    This post sure does bring tears to my eyes. My dearest and most loving father passed on August 15, 2015. Not a single day passes without me thinking of him. He was indeed a father in a father. And no matter how old he was (83 years) I can never be cajoled to think that he lived long. I just wanted him to live on! Love u deeply daddy m! You were the best. You live on!!!!!

  12. Duni

    April 14, 2016 at 6:02 pm

    Just lost my dad last month, and it hurts so bad. The painful thing is that people don’t understand the depth of pain you feel – so you put up a smiling facade.

    It hurts that the son still shines; that people still laugh; and life goes on.

    I know it doesn’t make sense, and it will come to pass…but that’s how I feel.

  13. Mz Socially Awkward...

    April 14, 2016 at 6:29 pm

    To Esco and everyone putting their loss into words in this page – God alone knows each person’s depth of pain. I can’t pretend to but I know the slow road to healing begins from being able to even speak about that grief. May The Lord remain your comfort until you get to that place of understanding His Purpose in the pain.

    Esco, 2009 was significantly awful for me too – it was the year I was laid off for months with no income… real struggle. However, 2005 will always live in my memory for being a year of pain – heartbreak from 1st ever boyfriend mid-year, then on 5th of Dec, I was in court and like you said, my phone just wouldn’t stop ringing (it was in silent mode but my dad’s number was showing up repeatedly).

    My case wasn’t yet up so I stepped outside. He said, “you need to start coming to UPTH”, I said “Why? I’m appearing in court soon”, he said “just start coming now”. “Why??”, “Kelechi has died”. I don’t think I even recall how I made it from Rumubiakani court to University of Port Harcourt Teaching Hospital – I remember not being able to stop screaming. Thank God another lawyer from my firm also happened to be in the same court that morning, I think someone called him out, he must have put me in his car (thank you, George). I don’t remember anything else between the shock and getting to the hospital. But I remember seeing her body on the gurney and like you, I remember running to make sure they weren’t wrong. Her leg was exposed and still a little warm, but I didn’t see her face. They’d covered her face. I truly regret not asking them to show me her face one last time.

    You know the worst part? I’d been such a bitch to her the day before. Our last conversation was one where she asked if I could take her somewhere (or maybe my mother asked, I can’t remember now) because I could drive, you see and she couldn’t. She never passed her driving test… I said, no, I wanted to go out with my friends and resented having to always take her from one place to another. And that, dear BN’ers was the last time I ever spoke to my sister.

    It’s a terrible way to learn how to treat those you love as though you might never see them again but I learnt it well. My mum told me that after I’d gone to work that fateful next morning, she woke up complaining of being unable to breathe and she died on the way to the hospital. No previous physical illness to prepare us but our primary comfort was knowing that girl (St. K as I used to yab her) loved Jesus so much that she was surely with Him.

    On my family’s behalf, I thank God for bringing us to this place 10years on. Her life (and death) remains a continual lesson to us… & I say “amen” to @Oge’s comment about living with purpose because from my sister’s short life, I now know the kind of legacy to work towards.

    She left me as the “Ada”, though! Which is weird… was so used to being the sloppy-shouldered (i.e. irresponsible) 2nd born and now I have to be the “mashur” eldest sibling. God will keep giving me wisdom 🙂

  14. Miss Pee

    April 14, 2016 at 6:32 pm

    At 16, I lost my 50yr old father who went on a trip and never returned. I saw him off to the airport but my heart has a thousand wishes to have said a “better” goodbye. I’m 21 now and though the pain has made me stronger and wiser, there are days when the sting is so fresh. Those days when you just want a father’s hug. I think of the graduation and wedding he’ll miss, and the grandchildren he’ll never see. I could go on and on but… Oh well #Goddey #Life

  15. praizeblog.com

    April 14, 2016 at 7:02 pm

    hmmm touching

  16. Felinda

    April 14, 2016 at 7:41 pm

    You people have urged me to call my. Mom. I am going to call her now. I should call her daily.

  17. babyokwu

    April 14, 2016 at 7:44 pm

    My mother passed away on March 23, 1981 at the age of 32. She left 4 children, the youngest only 5 years old. It is the biggest loss of all of our lives.

  18. Ese_sleek

    April 14, 2016 at 8:08 pm

    Hmmm…I have always read Esco articles without commenting but I have always enjoyed it..
    I can totally relate to everyone’s story…
    The truth is most times people don’t really understand the pain of loosing someone dear to you until it happens to them…
    this was my case with some of my supposed friends..
    many of them didn’t understand why I still would always use my Lovely Daddy’s picture as my dp …
    why I still talk about him most times with so much love and tears in my eyes barely two years on now…not until two of them experienced same…
    I last saw my daddy on June 2, 2013….but until his death on the 4th of September 2014, precisely 6 days before my birthday, my daddy made sure he called me almost everyday.. He didn’t have all the money in the world though, but he had what money couldn’t buy… His undying love and care for us…
    my father remains my true example of selfless love…
    my father was my gisting partner…my paddy of life,our goal keeper during family football match in my house..
    my father always had a story to Tell n u Wud definitely have ur ribs out at the jokes he made..
    my father was always concerned about how our future was going to be…he was scared of failing as a father…
    he allowed too much thinking take him away from us..
    I lost him 6days to my birthday and one month to my graduation from the university..
    There is much to say about him…
    but I would like to beg us all, to make sure every moment spent with loved ones and even anyone is worthwhile…
    Help when you can, show your love now, do the things you would love to do with that person tomorrow today, forgive that person now, because Tomorrow might be too late..
    Pray for families grieving, may God Almighty console us all…Amen

  19. Zikky

    April 14, 2016 at 8:11 pm

    Apparently I would be crying till the close of today. As an african and being from the loving family that I am, I never thought I would have use for counseling until today. I lost my older sister last year , and unlike you MSA, she had been living with her illness since I was born; epileptic and mentally disabled from an accident when she was 5 which happened to be the same day I was born.

    I didn’t get to have those disagreements with my older sister and those typical sibling moments but there was always love amongst us which I know, even though she couldn’t fully comprehend her surroundings, she knew she was amongst people who loved her, at least that’s what I tell myself. You would think I would be prepared of her passing as I knew she was long suffering but thAt wasn’t the case.

    I remember I was at work and my dad called me at an odd time. When I answered, his first words were “Vi, you have to be strong”. I knew immediately something wasn’t right and he proceeded to tell me my sister had passed. She went to sleep and never woke up. Again, unlike a few of you here commenting so far, I couldn’t rush home to see my sister for the last time , I couldn’t hold her in my arms, I couldn’t apologize for not caring enough and for feeling like she was a burden on me. I couldn’t apologize for being ashamed of my sister ,for lying to people who asked that she was away studying some glamorous program when she was in fact at home, not sure why she was were she was or if at all anything was wrong with her. I couldn’t because I was miles away in a foreign land trying to build a life which was difficult at that particular time to the point I couldn’t even afford a ticket to go home for her burial. All I could do was cry. I remember crying for two days non-stop, I couldn’t do anything. It felt like my insides were been torn to shreds with a knife. I have never felt that kind of pain before, deep deep within my heart.

    For the last two weeks,I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her and it has been leaving me semi depressed, which is the reason why I was seeing a counselor today. All I have been doing all day is cry and I come here to find this post.

    I pray for those who have lost parents that God comforts you and console you, because I don’t know what I would do when that day finally comes. Sometimes I weep hard only at the thought of it. So I pray God everyday to keep them longer because I am not ready yet.

    May God comfort us all mourning for lost loved ones. I had already assumed the first born role while she was here and I tried to do it justice, but now, i hope to live my life in honor of her because despite the cards life dealt her, the one thing she taught my fAmily was unconditional love. We now call her st Merline which is very fitting considering the life she lived and everyone who came to the funeral (as my dad told me) kept saying she was indeed a st amongst us.

    I pray for strength everday and for my parents especially . God will see us through.

    *sorry for the epistle y’all *

    • tamy

      April 14, 2016 at 10:50 pm

      No need apologizing dear, soo sorry for ur loss,may God keep and comfort u, it is well wit u,wud pray fr u tonight tho I don’t knw u,it is well my dear

    • Mz Socially Awkward...

      April 15, 2016 at 3:44 pm

      Don’t apologize for writing down what you feel. And those disagreements… some of them weren’t so pretty. I had a terribly mean mouth in those days (still do, to an extent… still a work in progress).

      When you say, “I couldn’t apologize for not caring enough and for feeling like she was a burden on me. I couldn’t apologize for being ashamed of my sister”, I understand what you mean. I used to think my sister lost her cool factor when she became born-again in her teens and then lost even more points (in my eyes) when she started going through a depressive state in medical school. That’s what I feel most ashamed of, that I never really took time to understand what she was going through and how much I dissociated myself from all of it. I was a terribly selfish sister but her death finally taught me how to discover my humanity.

      Last year… goodness, luv. I’m so sorry to hear it. 🙁 That pain and that feeling of just wanting to stay indoors all day and cry the hurt away. Forgive yourself, it’s very important free yourself of the guilt. I hated myself for a long while for letting her know she was a burden to me but now know to make atonement by living intentionally, giving more to other people’s lives. And I’ve come to understand that God (if you believe in Him) takes certain ones early so their gentle souls won’t be corrupted by staying too long in this world. They only visit us to deposit a Gift He’s placed in their hands, so our own lives are richer for it (as I said, if you believe in Him).

      Embrace your counselling, I really and truly hope it goes well. We Nigerians need grief counselling more than we like to admit… was sorely tempted to see one when I moved here (guilt is a terrible burden to carry from one continent to another) but couldn’t afford it, to be honest. And didn’t want to do “half & half” therapy… 🙂 God heals us all, at the end of the day, darling and my prayer is for you to have complete peace in your heart one day soon. Stay beautiful. xxxx

    • Zikky

      April 15, 2016 at 7:03 pm

      Thank you so much for your kind words MSA. And yes, I am a Christian and a believer which was one of the reason why I was wrestling with seeing a counselor. I thought my faith in God was enough and, would carry me through. But the last two weeks were becoming increasingly difficult and I was walking around with a lot of baggage. I found it really odd sitting in that room with the counselor yesterday but it felt really good having that space to vent, speak my true feelings and not having to feel judged. It felt good.

      I pray everyday for that inner peace and I hope through counseling I am able to get closer together with my faith. I have been an ardent BN fan and though I hardly comment, yours is one of the comments that I always look out for because you always have nuggets of wisdom to share, even when you r being funny.

      Thank you again and I pray God grants us all strength as we go through the rest of this journey called life.

      At Tamy, thank you so very much for your kind words too . It meant so much to know that someone somewhere was praying for me, for my struggle without knowing who I am and I know God must have answered them. Last night was the first night in a long time I went to bed feeling light, as though some heavy weight was lifted off of me. I slept like a baby n it was a short 5 hours but it felt really good. So thank you both for the prayers and the gentle words. You truly helped a girl and I pray God replicates this kindness you have shown me triple times over. God bless.

  20. Ocean Beauty

    April 14, 2016 at 8:29 pm

    So my papa na ancestor where Una own dey. I lost my dad in 1991. Few days before his 38th birthday. We (his kids) were not told. Just saw too many people around. I found out through the obituary advert in a newspaper weeks after. That was the day I stopped been a child. Till date there is practically no day I don’t think of him. It doesn’t even help that he died on a public holiday which means I am less busy that day giving me time to think of him and miss him. Time doesn’t heal all wounds many times. 24

  21. Ocean Beauty

    April 14, 2016 at 8:31 pm

    24 years on and still staying strong

  22. Jay

    April 14, 2016 at 8:42 pm

    I lost my dad a month after child birth and I can’t find closure because I was Miles away and couldn’t attend and I couldn’t cry because I was nursing. I suppressed the pains till date and each time I think about him I feel pains in my heart. Hmmmmm I feel so heavy even typing this and it’s almost 2 years. I pray we find the comfort we seek one day.

  23. The girl who drinks kai kai

    April 14, 2016 at 9:41 pm

    Ah!
    My dad passed in 2006. 10 days to my 21st birthday.
    I get upset when people tell me they don’t like their dad. He died of a heart attack & i remember him daily.
    Sometimes i just cry myself to sleep because God knows best.
    Rest on Mazi!

  24. tamy

    April 14, 2016 at 10:54 pm

    They say the death of someone close is painful, the death of an immediate family member eg parents,siblings,spouses and children, is morre painful and better understood by those that experienced it…I prray that God comforts u all and heals ur pain,may u live to make them proud even in their absence,amen

  25. Fola Coco

    April 14, 2016 at 11:27 pm

    Sorry about your loss Esco,may his soul rest in peace and may God give you and your family beauty for ashes.

    I lost my dad 1985 to Liver Cirrhosis, he was just 45years old. He would have been 76yrs old this July 18th. It will be 31 years on Oct 1 that he passed, but it’s still so ever fresh. I was my dad’s girlfriend and i still miss him sooooo much..
    I would have given both my legs to see him live till 67 or more.. He was a fantastic dad,but my siblings and i only had a short time with him. My younger brother was just 5years old.
    31years haven’t faded the memories away,i miss you daddy.. I love my father
    My mum never remarried and she was just 39yrs at the time he died,she stayed married to the 4 young children he left behind and raised us all by herself…By God’s grace she did a damn good job,trust me it wasn’t easy but God was faithful..

  26. babygiwa

    April 14, 2016 at 11:43 pm

    I lost my sister four years ago. This post made me cry. The story is still too painful to tell. Continue to rest in peace, my dearest Abike.

  27. DAME

    April 15, 2016 at 10:35 am

    ESCO…you just made me cry again

    I lost my mum to cancer…unlike your case…there was no warning, no illness
    she had tummy ache on mon….took mismag…went to the hospital on tues, doctors decided to go in blind on wednesday and open her tummy up
    she was gone thurs morning
    I rem the call to my dad, i rem him saying Baby i cannot lie to you, my wife is gone

    i rem boarding the Dana plane to lagos, i rem crying all the way..the air hostess kept coming to ask if i needed water or panadol (God bless them) I rem my seat partner looking over contemplating whether to pat my back

    I rem driving into the compound and Aunt Bisi ( mumsy childhood friend) saying Omo mi so comfort ti lo…i remember nodding and i was dizzy
    my sunshine left…i didnot pick her call on Mon afternoon just before the pain began
    and i never spoke to her cause by the time the pain started she could not speak

    Doctors at luth said it was a stage 4 colon cancer

    how possible…no illness
    but shes gone
    no answers

    Rest in Peace all the beautiful ones God loaned to us

    Rest in perfect Peace my mummy

  28. Aderonke

    April 15, 2016 at 11:09 am

    I lost my younger sister in 2002, our family’s favorite and doctor to be just few months after my immediate elder sister’s wedding. We have never felt such pain before, It was awful and till date my mum has not been able to gain her weight back.
    Again, I lost my dad in 2015 and I was 81/2months pregnant, just a month before I had my son, till date it still feels like a dream.
    Many times I will dial his number to call and realized that he is no longer here…but with the Lord.
    Ohhh how I miss daddy so much, so very much! My daddy daddy!
    ‘O death where is thy sting, O grave where is thy victory. The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law; but thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.…” I Corin 15: 55-56..
    Affliction will not rise again because Christ has given us victory over death and sin! Halleluyah!
    And that is our comfort and joy!
    Sleep on dear ones!

  29. Strit Kredibility

    April 15, 2016 at 12:18 pm

    Esco good to read from you again. Life as we’ve come to know it is progressive and a stage unto another however the setbacks. No matter the point we find ourselves in life, there is always consolation and strength. Loosing a loved one is a as sad as irreplaceable but one can find encouragement, reassurance and comfort in the Lord knowing fully well He’s got our backs. Every question on our lips and minds will be answered surely in His time. Please find solace and continue to write as you inspire me and many others. A champion you are.

  30. Opeyemi

    April 15, 2016 at 1:52 pm

    This article brought tears to my eyes…… Lost my mom to colon cancer in 2006, she was just 43 years old and I was 12. Sometimes I wish I could just pick the phone and call her, hug and tight and relieve the memories again. She was a mother indeed. It’s so sad that she won’t be here to celebrate with my siblings and I on the day of our glory. God knows bests and He comforts me with His word in Jeremiah 29:11 which says ‘for I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. They are plans for good and not for evil to give you a hope and a future ‘…… Everyday I pray that God should grant my dad and every other person long life and the good health to enjoy it. And may God continually comfort us all that has lost a loved one (Amen).

  31. skits

    April 15, 2016 at 3:50 pm

    Wow! I have never lost anyone close to me and it scares me. My dad is 81 and i know he is living on borrowed time. But reading through all these comments, i have been tearing up because i cannot imagine what my life will be without having my parents and family members around.
    To all you guys that have lost loved ones, i say the Lord is your strength and though i do not know you all, please accept my condolences.

  32. tee

    April 16, 2016 at 12:32 pm

    i lost my dad to colon cancer in 2014 at 66, two days after my wedding. i remember dressing up the morning of my wedding and clueless about who was going to walk me down the aisle (he went into a coma 3 days earlier). God bless my big brother who flew in that morning. came straight from the airport to the church.
    2015 was a blur for me. I had to go for counselling cuz my faith was shaken. started questioning the very essense of life. best advice i got was “grieve but dont grieve for too long”. i sank into deep depression. but praise God today am a lot stronger. grinding hard on my business and closer to my siblings than ever before.
    i miss you dad. you are forever in my heart.

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