February 3
February 3
We Still Remember and Love You
The 3rd of February 2021 was the darkest day in my life, the day I lost the people that mean so much to me: my lovely dad, mum and immediate younger sister.
Since then, life has not and will not be same again. The pillars of a family that was knitted together were shaken, eternal bonds were bruised, tranquil minds became emotionally riled; life took a different and unexpected chart.
The daddy’s love we received, the mummy’s affection we got, the sister’s care we enjoyed: these will remain a part of our lives for days without end.
Many more events have happened, but God has faithfully stood with us in victory. We are still sojourning in faith, never losing sight of the goals, looking up to Him, from Whom we renew our strengths.
We will keep on remembering you - Dad, Mum, Chioma - and will do well to maintain the faith we had, the bonds we shared, and the legacies you bequeathed to us.
Keep on resting in the Lord: the harvest time is not far again, and we will meet to part no more.
The 3rd of February 2021 was the darkest day in my life, the day I lost the people that mean so much to me: my lovely dad, mum and immediate younger sister.
Since then, life has not and will not be same again. The pillars of a family that was knitted together were shaken, eternal bonds were bruised, tranquil minds became emotionally riled; life took a different and unexpected chart.
The daddy’s love we received, the mummy’s affection we got, the sister’s care we enjoyed: these will remain a part of our lives for days without end.
Many more events have happened, but God has faithfully stood with us in victory. We are still sojourning in faith, never losing sight of the goals, looking up to Him, from Whom we renew our strengths.
We will keep on remembering you - Dad, Mum, Chioma - and will do well to maintain the faith we had, the bonds we shared, and the legacies you bequeathed to us.
Keep on resting in the Lord: the harvest time is not far again, and we will meet to part no more.