She helped raise me. I grew up in her house. We didn’t just see her on holidays. She was ALWAYS there. In our family house. Granny would pick us up from school almost everyday. People remember her because she was an ever-present force in all our lives. My cousins would spend holidays over at Granny’s house. It was like a huge slumber party. EVERYDAY.
On her 60th birthday, all her grandkids got together to sing to her. I was 6. And I still remember the song. I think there’s tape of it somewhere. The song was lame. But awesome.
Grandma had a nickname for each of us, never forgetting, even until she died. And she called the great grandkids by the names she gave them. Kami was Ayomikun to her.
Above all else, she was anointed and really blessed. No one prayed and rejoiced in the Lord like she did. She never wavered in her faith. This cross I wear around my neck is because of her. She even built a prayer room in our backyard. Everyday at 3am, she’d get up and prostrate in front of the Lord, thanking Him for her life and for all of us. Often, naming us all one by one. That faith was SO strong. It radiated off her. It was in everything around her. Now that she’s gone, we need to keep that faith.
I have one less person praying for me everyday. One less person who loves me unconditionally. She was my last grandparent. I’ll never forget her. Not one bit.
We prayed together as a family fervently. But you’re gone now and there’s no one to call me “Ifeoluwa mi” anymore. You loved us dearly and really wove us together. You fussed when we didn’t call enough. You fussed over us when we did call. You prayed for us. We grew up watching you pray for us at dawn.
Your faith was so strong. Your heart was so big. Your laugh was contagious. You danced with so much joy. You fought til the end. The pain was too much. You knew you had done everything you were here for. Still…
I’m devastated. Looking at your pictures now, and I smile as tears pour down my face. I’ve cried for the last day and the tears are only falling faster. My heart hurts.
Grandma, you’re really gone? I won’t see you again? REALLY?
I’ll take comfort in knowing that your life was long and well-lived. But it doesn’t make this hurt any less. You LIVED with so much joy in your heart.
Olufunmilayo Julia Faloyin. Heaven just got one more angel and Earth just lost one. Please watch over us and allow the bond you built to stay as strong.
I pray that we uphold your legacy. I pray that our faith carries us through this. I pray that we live our lives as a testament and proof of the great woman that you were. You left 1 sister, 6 children, 20 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren. We’ll carry you with us. Always.
Rest in Perfect Paradise, Grandma.
- Ifeoluwa yin