November 10, 2019
November 10, 2019
To live in the hearts of others, is to never die
You are forever in my heart, Segun.
We spent a significant part of our young adult years together. We argued a lot in undergrad and then we became friends and eventually worked together.
You were my go-to person, a “chartered member of the analyst confederation” in IB. After I got my results, I was going to call you the next day to let you know that I finished well, and to thank you for encouraging me. Little did I know, I should have spoken to you that evening, even if it was going to be the last time.
The world has lost an extraordinary person. Sincerely, I feel cheated because I, among others, have been robbed of a gift, which was you. You taught me the virtues of temperance and friendship. You were patient, you were kind. I remember an exeat we both got just so we could go to a company from whom I needed data for my project. Oh! There is so much nostalgia - our NESA flashbacks, fond memories of our time in school, our ‘balancing balance sheet’ moments, our inside jokes during late nights at work… You made everything seem easy.
That I think of you in past tense is hurting me and I didn’t expect that this day would come so soon. I have been told to take solace in knowing that you are in a good place, and your needs are being met; you are no longer struggling, no longer bleeding, no longer crying for help, no longer side-hustling… But I just want you back, and I am tempted to ask people how they are so sure you are alright? What if you are hungry, alone and cold and you need a blanket?
Your death makes me wonder, what is the purpose of all this hard work if it can end in a second and then life just goes on? I want to blame someone for this, but it won’t bring you back. To say you were a wonderful person does not successfully encapsulate whom you were to us.
I don’t know when I will get back from this.
You are forever in my heart, Segun.
We spent a significant part of our young adult years together. We argued a lot in undergrad and then we became friends and eventually worked together.
You were my go-to person, a “chartered member of the analyst confederation” in IB. After I got my results, I was going to call you the next day to let you know that I finished well, and to thank you for encouraging me. Little did I know, I should have spoken to you that evening, even if it was going to be the last time.
The world has lost an extraordinary person. Sincerely, I feel cheated because I, among others, have been robbed of a gift, which was you. You taught me the virtues of temperance and friendship. You were patient, you were kind. I remember an exeat we both got just so we could go to a company from whom I needed data for my project. Oh! There is so much nostalgia - our NESA flashbacks, fond memories of our time in school, our ‘balancing balance sheet’ moments, our inside jokes during late nights at work… You made everything seem easy.
That I think of you in past tense is hurting me and I didn’t expect that this day would come so soon. I have been told to take solace in knowing that you are in a good place, and your needs are being met; you are no longer struggling, no longer bleeding, no longer crying for help, no longer side-hustling… But I just want you back, and I am tempted to ask people how they are so sure you are alright? What if you are hungry, alone and cold and you need a blanket?
Your death makes me wonder, what is the purpose of all this hard work if it can end in a second and then life just goes on? I want to blame someone for this, but it won’t bring you back. To say you were a wonderful person does not successfully encapsulate whom you were to us.
I don’t know when I will get back from this.