My dearest Silifat Adejoke Olumuyiwa words fail me.
The few years I got to spend with you I’m thankful for it. Guess what I don't cry anymore when I think about you, okay may be once in a while; I guess time is a great healer.
So a few weeks ago when Adeoye started sending some pictures to me, oh boy we went down memory lane! 17 years ago you left this world. Although I was young, I remember the memories we shared; I can’t forget your love for Digestive biscuits.
It was a school day, we had just got back from school only to be greeted with news that you had been rushed to the hospital. That was not the news I was hoping for, I was hoping to hear that you & daddy had brought me back some chocolate from Lekki as you normally do. For good 4 months you were in the hospital. Big brother told me you knew where you were going, because you told him a few things just the day before you passed!
“...Where, O death, is your sting?... But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ."
My sweet Adejoke caring, kind, loving, there are so many words I could use to describe you, I could go on for days. Your siblings still say to me ‘look at your leg’, look at your hands’ and so on, ‘you look so much like my sister!’
Thank God that all your children are all grown now, some are married with children. I know you would have loved to see that. I am married now, to a loving and caring man. We have a son too his dad thinks he looks like him but I know he looks like us...hahaha! I remember showing my husband a picture of you when we first got married without telling him it was you, he actually thought I was the one in the picture; we could have played some pranks on him...hahaha. How I wish you could have seen my little man, but God knows best.
Thank God for daddy he is still going strong, your sisters have been our guardian since you left, don't worry they took good care of us with God's help.
I miss you mama, rest well in the Lord, until we meet never to part again.
As we celebrate mother’s day, this is an encouragement for someone who has lost a mother or a loved one or perhaps you never knew your mum. Hang in there the Lord will see you through; He is the great comforter.