A year ago today I was on my way home from School for Columbus break. My mom picks me up from the ferry and tells me she had some bad news. I had lost someone so close to family that they we called each other cousins. Those were the last words that I expected to hear, because last I heard you where in rehab and doing better; though you still weren't able to speak-you still were making progress. In life we don't know why we lose people so young but I know that you left so that you wouldn't have to go through the pain anymore. It had been close to a year and you weren't able to speak to us, walk or even do the things you loved to do. Sometimes I think about how much I miss you but then I realize it's not as bad as how much your mother, and brothers miss you. Never once did I question God about why he took you from us, because I knew he had a better plan. I just always prayed that he helped your mom and brothers to understand and cope with the situation. Rest in Perfect Peace Ms. Oyindamola Tawio, you will forever be missed.
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