Jide, where do i start from, the look in your eyes.....the smile on your lips.....the way you talk.....your Yoruba diction..... the tone of your voice....its pitch, i will miss everything about you. I wish Torera got to know you more, my favorite of the family, my Baba . . . as i fondly called you, those times in Iwaya will forever be golden, i looked forward to Sunday afternoons and force our way there cos i knew you will be there, and days i dont see you, i waited angrily till you came just to get you to smile at me and say u sorry, even tho there was nothin to be sorry for. Your mum always wondered what was up with me as Lara beams at me with her wide grin and beautiful wide eyes. May God give all your family the Grace to bear the loss, cos you are too good to go, just like that? I never had a chance to say goodbye?
I never knew Granpa's birthday would be the last time we would see, you noticed my tears when no one else did, you could see beneath all the gyration that it wasnt me, you saw the weight, took time to see me off and listened to me cry my heart out, you were there for me when i needed it, and i am so sorry i couldnt return the favour; i didnt know. You helped my mind, to see things better and the closure got clearer, thank you.... i will always love you, the comfort of having you might have been taking away, but not that of having had you, i'm glad our path crossed and i will always keep the silent lessons, Rest on dear friend in the bossom of our Lord Jesus Christ, He knows best and we TRUST HIM