Considering the loss, vacuum, pain, ache, and grief of the moment... memories of your last days... days of consciousness flashed back. How I was wrong not to have maximised the opportunity, failing to understand what was being communicated when the feelings to hold you tightly in close embrace... when feelings to feel you was suppressed. If I knew, assuming I understood maybe I wouldn't have let go of you.
You expressed the feeling of your loneliness at work, it's now I understand. Then, I felt it's one of those things. Little was I aware that a deeper feeling of separation was just beginning... when I saw life ebbing out of you, I wondered where you were? I wondered what you were doing? Could it be just dreaming, I bet NO. It was the time your Maker was claiming you, a time He won the battle to keep you with Him forever in glory. That was the time you settled the final battle, your time of VICTORY. Your final conquest over the enemies of your soul: the flesh, sin, and your unrelenting enemy the devil, who had eternally lost the battle over you.
I recalled the past, I indeed remembered days gone by... days of trusting, waiting, and hoping.
Days of rejoicing, dancing, and celebrations, I called back your brightened eyes of laughter and joy. I can attest that God had been v--e--r--y good to you. Your last birthday was a celebration though not planned: we sang about your packing gel, your beautiful wine dress, and black shoe. You laughed, you were happy. Not one of us would ever have thought that was the last. That God actually wanted to celebrate you. Oh may we always walk in full understanding of the will of God per time.
Vigils of prayers, expressing needs and, casting of cares on the Invisible, the only wise God cannot be forgotten quickly.
Thanks God for your deliberate moves, and resolutions. I'm really grateful you lived always with eternity in focus in your dealings.
Praise God you looked beyond the mortal and ephemiral, looking to the Author and Finisher of your faith, the Alpha and Omega, Him who initiated the first breath you took and presided over the very last one.
You lived a fulfilled life, never mind the hills and mountains, the crooked and the rough places of life. You came, you saw, and conquered victoriously.
Now, I'm happy, full of joy you're resting peacefully in the embrace of the One who had loved you so perfectly beyond that which any mortal can fathom and do.
You're loved, you're so dear, you'll always be missed. S---i---n---g o---n, sing on: songs of glory to your Redeemer; songs of victory as you join the twenty-four elders patiently awaiting the Saint militants, and the final close of the age. Sleep on my dearest sister.
Igbagboyemi
