"Oh death, where is thy sting"
How and where do i even start. Is it from that fateful night, and the uncountable times i kept shouting , why why why...
Or from that blissful day when i woke in the morning and i saw our mum not, kept crying for her until i was told, she had gone to bring a sister forth. I was later taken to her at Wesley when my wahala was too much . Then i saw that little face, packed with all the mischief. And it had been an unending bond from that moment on.
Is it our playful childhood full of countless mischief, or all the times you got us all in trouble, and we would gladly take the fall.
Remembering it all keeps bringing a smile to my face, and even uncontrollable laughter at times. We went through the years till adulthood with so much fun. Was it the secondary school days that felt like i was part of yours and you mine. Till you breathed your last there was never a dull moment, maybe that was why you did not want that agony to be part of our history, just maybe, maybe, i will never know.
When you came to join me in UI, till the moment i left, there was never a dull moment in my rooms again. Nothing could ever be too serious that would not bring out some laughs. It was laughter all through.
Luli, sweetness itself is what you are, you are packed full of strength. You are in some ways, an enigma, strong beyond words, infecting people with that dimpled smile, full of life, my partner in mischief, trouble , planning, fun, everything.
That dreadful night of June will remain fresh in my memory. Your strong voice i heard on Friday the 4th will be with me till i breath my last.
The many souls you touched can never forget you. The battles you fought and won, even as you approached your twilight, remains forever in my mind.
Its hard to believe you are gone, I see you around all the time, its hard to imagine our vacations, outings , Christmas gatherings et all without you. And I won't, because I know you will be there, always. So I m not going to say goodbye, because i know you live on still. But I will say, my sweet sister, Rest on.
It was in the twilight of the first month that I held your hand the last. If I knew that would be, I would hug you until that day's sun turned into blue smoke and a morning broke a new sun.
I will not forget your passing and my crying is eternal even if the rest of the world sees my tears not.
I ask in my solitude what I will miss the most, and I quickly get the answers that it will have to be all. The way we laughed, the way we talked and the way the deeds of all others amused us.
Sister Dear, visit in my nightly dreams, that we may laugh and talk still. You tell me about the heaven's streets of glittering gold and I tell you about the earth's rolling seas.
Olushola