Is being Eight years dear Mother...

Dear Mother, Abebi Okin, it's being eight years since you ended your earthly journey.Your prolonged sickness that was later diagnosed as mysthenia gravis, was uncommon but we were looking at something else all the time. The true colour of human nature showed during your predicament. I learnt, I witnessed, I grew up and I suffered, all which you knew and was grateful for. You were a discplinarian with a true heart. You made your mistakes but you would not be judged because your kind is rare. Now there you are and no longer here, a lot is happening but I am staying strong, I pulled myself out of a lot of toxic situations, relationships and events and I wish and hope you would understand. I am doing what is best for me because you taught me well and I miss you for not being here.


My mother, Comfort Bamidele Musiliat Abebi, you are gone but not forgotten. Life is not that rosy but I am stronger, I am the best of me and I am getting better still. I am one independent minded woman, the way you have always thought and noticed. Mother, I have not seen your grave for seven years but you are always present in my thoughts, in my heart and in all I do. I will mention too that my husband lost his dear mother same day two years after you had gone. Well, if you meet, both of you would have a nice time to chat and embrace each other...


Rest in peace dear mother, you will always be remembered as one woman with a true caring and loving heart. REST ON MUM, there are lots to tell you but will tell them to your grave. There are a lot to tell... I still plan to have a Mysthenia Gravis Foundation in your name. Yes I do. This will help others that might suffer like you did... REST ON IYA MI!