One of my most favorite people of all is my grand dad. He was the best and even now, I will call myself a big kid if need be to argue with another big kid to say my grandpa is the best of the best 🙂
There is something about the Song “In the Garden” that takes me to my childhood every time I hear it- it reminds me of grandpa. We called him Etete.
He had a favorite CD and he played it quite a bit. After a meal, he would grab his cane and then go sit down. He would ask for his CD to be played and amongst all the songs that played, this is the one song that I remember hearing him hum a lot.
I don’t know all the words but I remember Etete humming the chorus everytime. He will close his eyes and just hum the chorus…. hmm hmm hmmm hmmm………
“And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
He tells me; I am His own. And the joy we share, as we tarry there
None other has ever known..”
There have been lots of singers of this song but the version I love the most is the one grandpa always hummed….
Grandpa has passed on to glory and I bet the joy he shares with Jesus today,
“None other will ever know.”
Happy Resurrection Sunday to my fellow bloggers out there.
I am very thankful to God for sending Jesus Christ, His Son to die on the cross for my sin and the sin of the world’s. I am thankful that He did not remain in the grave but He was victorious over death and rose again from death on the 3rd day after He was crucified. Today, because I believe in Jesus Christ, I have eternal life.
I know where I will be going when I die.
I know that I will see my dad who died 28 ago.
I know that I will see grandpa and grand ma too.
I know I will see Ada (cousin) again.
Most importantly, I will meet the One who died for me, Jesus.
Do you know where you will go when you die?
That’s mighty scary! I have seen it in movies and it has happened to someone I know…
What did they do?
This is what he did and I had the pleasure of being a part of getting him out of it.
Stranded in a Ibadan
No bowls for soup but
Pillows abound to lay my head
I am bound to Badagry
Yes, I am bound to Badagry
My journey begins while I lay my head
Hard against my borrowed pillow
It is dawn
Nothing will keep me from my journey
I am heading west but
With no wings to fly,
I can only wait
Aha! there is hope
Its in the Western Union
Ill lay my borrowed pillows aside
No wings but feathers to tide me through
I am westward bound!
Badagry is a town in Nigeria, West Africa.
How did he get out of being stranded; he had a phone and he used the last minutes he had to make a phone call.
How can I say this, or how can I write this? It still Hurts to think about it and even to write about it. Some say time heals many wounds and talking about things make it easier… Here goes to trying to erase an incident from my past…
I cannot remember the year it happened; it still hurts to think about it. I do know I had left everything I had known and loved at home. Home; 13 to 15 hours away if you fly, oceans and oceans away if you want to consider going by water. I had left everything I had known for 21 years to start a dream that I had been born to live.
In a foreign land I now call home; I am a student, a student of life and in an academic institution my father had been a part of.
I get a call from my brother, she is dead.
I say what do you mean she is dead? He says mommy did not know how to tell you but its true; she died! You know how sick she has been and how strong she has been the past 8 years. Doctors had said she would not live to be even 7 years old but she did bravely and beat all their odds. Be strong, trust God… It will work out, she is in heaven.
I know all that, but she is only 8 years old! She is my cousin, Ada, whom having no sisters, I had come to love as my little sister. She was born with a hole in the heart, born in a time and a place where such medical maladies could be and are fatal but in another world and place, such maladies are curable/fixable miracles wrought everyday in hospitals…
I had just talked to her, I had told her, do not worry. You will be coming to visit me and we will go see the best doctors in the field. She smiled, I could hear it in her voice over the phone. I was praying and looking forward to that visit expectantly and praying that she and her mom get visa’s to come.
She was gone to soon.
What hurts even more is grandpa died not too long ago, a couple months I may add, a couple months before she died.
Here am I in school, in a foreign land and cannot go home! I cannot afford to do that. I cannot go to say farewell to one whom I had come to call my sister and to grandpa who I will add was the best grandpa any one could wish for. ..
I’d love to erase the fact that she could not have come here to see the doctors.
Worse still I could not be at their funerals.
Grandma passed a few years ago. I was here, in this land that I have learned to love… I could not be at her funeral too!
This is what I will erase: that I was not there to say good bye.
In my heart, I hear their voices. I see their smiles and they still live on. I know they are with Jesus and that makes it even better because, I will see them all someday.