9 years already?
You defined love by action. You loved like God, without reservations. You taught us to love even when people think they are taking advantage of us. I remember the jokes that have survived a second generation. Your laughter still rings in my ears. Sincerity and Authenticity you taught us. Now I see how rare these are and I can't thank you enough for modelling them.
We are making progress and I promise to keep the dynasty together. I made that promise to you, this dynasty will make you proud.
I remember after chastising me for taking the car out when you travelled out of town. On the next trip to the east, You went with me alone and made me drive to Benin so you could teach me the correct way to do it even when I thought I could drive. Tour standards of excellence still guide me. I've not forgotten the Van Huesen cotton immaculate white shirts with folded sleeves that were your trademark. And your stance with legs spread apart when you parked to gist small with a colleague along Rd 1.
I remember, our friends became your sons and daughters by default, no questions asked.
We were so many and there was no discrimination. the cooking went on forever.
Even when you were upset with our childish behavior it never lasted more than a few minutes and we were back on track with laughter unlimited.
You quit smoking your Erinmore Tobacco pipe because we didn't like it. You loved your wife as Christ loved the church...
I am at peace evert day as I take decisions. Thank you for the training.
We all miss you and your "ojogolarity" pen that had red, blue, green and black ink, the "gwaninta" you exhibited was out of this world. You had soo much intelligence but were never arrogant. Your humility was disarming.
We love you! Oosha, rest on, An Oosha you truly were! You live in our hearts forever.