Memories that lives forever

Life is beautiful when we have people around us, that cared about us, they show us affections and love. This is the people side of life, one adage in my Place says people are your clothe, this is a Yoruba adage, what this simply means is that the people you have in your life are your shelter, they beautify you and protect you. Be it your family and friends, or even your work colleagues. Whoever is in your life circle has the capacity of making your have a good life or also making your have a bad life. There is no two way about it,the people who stays in your cycle can influence your life, be it physically, emotionally, psychologically or spiritually. But life has his own way of being so unpredictable. Death is the state of being lifeless. No Matter your believe about life and death, whenever anyone in your life cycle dies, the impact is very painful and strong.

Many a times me as a person shy away for any discussions involving death, but the truth cannot be overlooked or ignored. This is the fact that everyone of us will definitely die one day. I have many many people that are now memories,their impact was very strong, one of the most painful experience is the death of my During the time he died, I was just trying to understand life, I was 15 years Old When my grandfather died. My Grandfather was a very calm and fun to be with person, I never actually visited him in his home in Ogun state but he usually come visiting, whenever he come around, he brings a lot of Gifts and Goodies. Most of the time he comes during festive period. New year, Christmas, Easter , Eid holidays. He calls and most the time talk to me, whenever he calls. All of a sudden my Dad told me that Grandpa is very sick, I took this news casually until after a week he told me that Grandpa have gone to rest. The reality of this new didn't dawn on me until it was time for his burial.

I will first recount the horror of being face to face with the corpse of my grandfather in the coffin. I was so horrified l, I can't believe my friendly Pa would just be in a wooden box, looking pale and not responding to my calls. Although I was shocked at seeing him in that state I didn't actually cry. The bomb came, when they were placing the coffin down the Grave pit, I was so overwhelmed with the thought of never seeing him again, I bursted in to a state of utter despair and Grief. Is this really happening I said loudly, I loved grandpa, and he is going forever. I could remember, people had to hold me, as I was getting too close to the pit, my mum tried all her best to comfort me, all she was saying was that don't worry Grandpa went to rest. This was exactly the experience that made me value life with people. I value friendship and Relationship. The reality of life is that one minute you see someone, the next minutes they are gone.

My grand dad was buried in our Home town then in Ogun state. We had to travel from our place in Lagos down to Ogun state it was a 4 hours drive to his place. When I first heard about his death, I didn't understand the true meaning of someone dying although I read about it in school, saw some couple of funerals but I never really understood the weight of loosing someone close to me.

The truth is I never really got over the pain of loosing Grandpa, I always remember him, right now while writing this post, I am emotional, reminiscing about all he was to me. But I find solace in the the fact that he is now resting in Heaven.