Missing You

I hope and believe that somehow, you'll read this. That somehow, you see us, even though we don't and can't see you. Somehow.
I hope and must believe that we will all meet up again in the house of the Lord.
It's been five years since you left. Did you say goodbye? I think you did, even though we did not realize that's what it was.
The talk, five months before, about where you wanted to be buried.
Saying that your work here was more or less done.
Insisting on marking your students' scripts immediately even though you had weeks to get through them.
Telling us to hold off on something that had been important and necessary.
Little goodbyes. Wish we had seen them for what they were. But, we still would not have been prepared or ready to let you go.
And on July 28, the event that started the journey of your exit from this plane on August 5. One week was all we had.
Seeing you in Intensive Care, I knew you were leaving us. Hard to accept but...
It seems like yesterday. The loss still fresh. When will the ache stop?
Opani, we miss you. So much. Mummy especially.

I dreamed of you today. It seemed so real and I was happy. Waking up to reality was a let down.
But, your legacy lives within us all. Your beliefs, your views, everything you taught us by your words and your actions.
I miss you in ways I did not know I would. I miss your laughter and the way your eyes would crinkle.
I miss being able to call you to talk about some new place I have visited or some crazy adventure I had. I still have your numbers on my phone - Main Bobo is the name under which I saved them.

I will carry you forever in my heart, my Dad, my Opani, my Main Bobo.

Continue to rest in the bosom of the Lord.

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  1. Anonymous5/11/15 7:27 am

    I always looked forward to to the road trip to Igarra, when we have to pass through Benin and mandatory stop at yours.. I was a little child but I always longed for the warm and loving reception from mummy and her pounded yam and Igarra Ogbono. The embrace of Opani's loving family, his ever smiling face. I have his picture embedded in my they're depths of my medulaoblongata... Rest on my ever smiling uncle. You are indeed missed... VTA

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