Very heart wrenching and touching stories here! Well, I for one has not really lost someone so close to me to death but I lost Vivian the girl i have ever shown and felt the greatest love to in 2011. We met in december 2010 and dated close to a year. I remember how we used to play and tease each other and made promises to each other never to be apart. My love for her was larger than life and I felt she was created for me and me alone. Until that fateful August when It happened! I cried and cried for days and asked God why it had to be me. It felt so hard to move on...it took me almost 2 years but now I am stronger and better. I know what you guys are thinking...Vivian did not die...I found out she was cheating on me and after many days of unremorse from her end, I marked that day the 27th of August 2012 as the day Vivian and true love died to me.

PS: The last time i saw her and told her how much she really hurt me and she said she didn't see anything wrong in what she did, I simply told her that the only way I would get to move on without her is to pretend that she is dead and that I have done till date. In some sense, I have experienced the death (theoretically) of a loved one.

This world is not our home, we are just passing through. Our treasures are laid up somewhere in the blues. And so when death comes knocking and you tell him that there is no seat, he tells you not to worry because he came with his own stool. On the 5th of JAnuary, 2009, Barrister Maebi Surulere Torhukerhijo "left us without saying goodbye". Arogbo Ibe lost an illustrious son. He was a sagacious lawyer, a social crusader and a brilliant personality. He was friendly to all, generous to a fault, kind hearted and hated oppression.
To me, he was an uncle, a mentor, a motivator and an inspiration. But we lost him in his prime. God is still God. He is beautiful in all situations, even the ones that throw us into mourning and leave us moody when we remember. we take solace in the Ecclesiastes and its forethought about life as a two-way traffic.


The Dalai Lama Captured the life of Maebi Torhukerhijo, when asked what surprised him most about humanity. He answered; “Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recu­perate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not en­joy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; He lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived.”

Uncle Maebi faded away like the stars of the morning, he Lost his light in the glorious sun, but we all shall pass the earth and its toiling, Only to be remembered by what we have done. We take solace in the fact that you left good indelible marks in the lives of many in your short but eventful stay on earth. We miss you and everything about you and we know the host of heavens are thrilled to have you with them. Keep resting on in our Lords bosom. You are always remembered and We love you still.

Cwaya:



Gee!!
It is well

This thread can get me down for the rest of the day.

RIP Mum
RIP Dada

RIP Zona.

You have admirable strength of character, dude. People even draw strength from your ever-vibrant self, so it always amazes me when I think back at how awful things looked back then. The Lord is your strength.

As for Zona, it's hard accepting that fact.. I remember his hot temper, his playful jibes, his vicious football tackles..and even how he used to call 'Yaya Toure' the boyfriend of Ifeyinwa.. I just find it hard to think him no more. He was so young and full of life.

My Dad

Very loving,although I've grown up he cared for me as if I am still a child,I missed how he used to wake me up early in the morning with.....Is ther no work today?Died in his sleep as a result of suffocation in fire accident one early morning,that was two years ago.May Allah grant him Aljannat Firdaus.

My elder brother Ndubuisi


I was still a kid when he died
Like I was in nursery 2 and back then in school he deals with anyone that tries to bully me.. He was slim figured like me but always had strength of a gladiator
I remember one incident in school when he was on the field playing football and a huge chubby guy was running with the ball, the chubby guy tried to use his body to hit him off but ended up falling off... Everyone laughed so hard..
He got sick sometimes in early 2000, died some weeks later
I miss him very very much

What an interesting thread that brings people back to their senses. God bless you safari girl for this wonderful thread. I seriously feel like crying after reading different experiences from different people

mollytinrox:
my daddy, of blessed memory.

I was pregnant at 16 and I relocated to a small town to birth and nurse before moving' on with my life. the last time. I saw him alive he came to make peace. He played with my baby, the only grandchild he would ever know. He even advised me to breastfeed him well. I knelt down and begged for forgiveness and he looked me in the eye and said he had forgiven me. when he was going to the car he turned one last time and waved. The next thing I heard was that he was battling with a serious illness some weeks later, and he never recovered.

I remember every detail from that meeting because it was the third time I saw him that year.

every thing I thought I'd do to impress him... too late.

Nov 27th, 2005.

God this is so touching.....

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January 17, 2015 would make it 4 years that my aunt, Chinazo Ogubie passed away at the age of 32 years. She was the last born of my mum. She came to stay with us when she was just 9 years and i was 3 months of age. She grew to love me and my siblings like her own bosom kids. She was the elder sister i always wanted. Anytime i remember her or pass through Owerri, i just can keep the tears away. She had gone through a hard life; got married at 18 years, had a stillbirth, lost her husband to HIV/AIDs at 22 and succumbed to it at 30.

I remember the countless times she would wait for me at the bus park no matter how late just to help me carry my luggage to the village. I would run to her as the next option whenever we were asked to pay any levy in school. She never allowed me do anything at home in the villa; spoiled me to a fault. She would disturb me, asking me to dress up so she can show me off to her friends in the villa. Always intuitive; the first time I had a fight with my ex-bf, she persuaded to go to Aba immediately and make up with him without delay. I could go on and on recounting all the wonderful
memories i had of her.

my one regret is that i failed to visit her on my last trip to owerri before she died. She had called to inform me that she had malaria and that she would like to see me but i gave her a lame excuse. I pray that God would remember and bring her back to life on the resurrection day.

My childhood friend right from primary school. I was the class prefect and he was my assistant. I remember how we used to make paper models of wrestling characters and entertain the whole class with our table wrestlemania! He taught me how to do the crazy legs and running man dance and I taught him how to do the moon walk (backslide) and the toe stand; Michael Jackson's dance moves.

The is almost no Van Damme movie we did not reenact in school.

We saw last at a reunion in December 2012. He died suddenly after that.

I miss him everyday.

The love of my life Ola, I traveled out on getting back I went to his place, I was told he had fever. I wanted to leave but he called me twice and said stay with me, I decided to stay but he kept demanding for water which I gave to him but his condition got worst we took him to the clinic , he died holding my hands on my birthday. Since then my mood will change once it is November and January which is his birthday. Crying

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mollytinrox:
my daddy, of blessed memory.

I was pregnant at 16 and I relocated to a small town to birth and nurse before moving' on with my life. the last time. I saw him alive he came to make peace. He played with my baby, the only grandchild he would ever know. He even advised me to breastfeed him well. I knelt down and begged for forgiveness and he looked me in the eye and said he had forgiven me. when he was going to the car he turned one last time and waved. The next thing I heard was that he was battling with a serious illness some weeks later, and he never recovered.

I remember every detail from that meeting because it was the third time I saw him that year.

every thing I thought I'd do to impress him... too late.

Nov 27th, 2005.

May God bless his soul.

brito:
The love of my life Ola, I traveled out on getting back I went to his place, I was told he had fever. I wanted to leave but he called me twice and said stay with me, I decided to stay but he kept demanding for water which I gave to him but his condition got worst we took him to the clinic , he died holding my hands on my birthday. Since then my mood will change once it is November and January which is his birthday. Crying

Awwww God bless his soul.
Take heart sweetheart.

softysparky:

Awwww God bless his soul.
Take heart sweetheart.

Thanks sis

her last post on facebook, after her birthday......#still wailing

The closest person I have lost is my late husband in 2005. difficult to forget as the pain comes on strong once in a while
However God has replaced the beautiful memories we shared with other beautiful memories.

My grandpa from my mums side. We called him Npa. He died @age 75. Through his stubborness. Fighting over a piece of land with percieved evil men. RIP Npa.
Remember when he comes down to Lagos way back in d 90's. He wld always share d lil kanda in his soup with his grandkids. I can't forget dis very funny episodee dat occured. We were coming back from church. Npa and I when we decided to take a bike home.
Npa: Onye okada
BikeMan: whr una dey go
Npa: Gbadamosi street, how much?
Bikeman: Una 2?
Npa: yes
BikeMan: 50naira
Npa: 50 gini? U want to collect money maka dis small gal, ok! I would lap her.
Urchbarbie: I burst into lafta. Npa they don't lap on bike now.

Caveat: only those who stay in arears whr they lap in buses dat wld understnd

Sad thread.

I read somewhere few days ago that a nairalander by d name "ilovenigeria" lost her parents this yuletide season.

My dear, pls do take heart.
May u and ur family find comfort in ane another's arm.

There so much to say,I guess am so unlucky to loose a mum,uncle,aunt,grandpa and grandma within a period of six years. I still have fond memories of them..
As a kid I had everything my way because It was thought that I might be the last kid,we were just two boys and my sisters took a long time in coming,so I was lavished with love from everybody though it annoys my Dad.
In those days,you dare not touch me,if you do my mum would have a word with you and whenever we visit our hometown I had the laps of uncles,aunts and grandparents to myself anytime I guess that's why I misses them the most.
I was only available for my mums funeral...died while having a baby,the baby survived.,but couldn't make it when my aunt,uncle and grandparents died. I was pained and because none of them died old, my mum was just 33,her twin...valentine [my namesake] 34,my aunt 23,grandpa 79,grandma 68, my faith in God lessened when they all left me...I MEAN HOW COULD HE LET THAT HAPPEN TO ME..US? I didn't get to have a last word with any of them ,this world lost its meaning after these tragdies..I DON'T THINK I will ever recover,it changed my life,...everything,..my happiness...this is terrible ...I can't continue.

My friend,Dagunro Adeniyi

A very good friend,saw him last January 1st,2014.

He got married April 12th,2014,couldn't go,due to work. Later learnt he died due to okada accident,he had a car,but decided to take a bike that day..

Age:33 years.

Live on my friend..always in my thought.

slym1:
My Dad

Very loving,although I've grown up he cared for me as if I am still a child,I missed how he used to wake me up early in the morning with.....Is ther no work today?Died in his sleep as a result of suffocation in fire accident one early morning,that was two years ago.May Allah grant him Aljannat Firdaus.

rip to him..

Mine is ma mum....she died last year august..i wld neva 4get jisting with her that morning..we lafd n made jokes.if i had knwn dat wld b d last converxatn with her eva i wld av made it more memorable.bt God knws best .she died 3hrs later from heart failure...she was 55..R.i.p mum.i miss u

Nobleval:
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My heart is so heavy now. I've not cried so passionately in a long while. Life is so hard. I feel like hugging everyone on this thread right now. Wonder what it was like losing these peeps. I pray you all grow stronger and stronger and may you find relief in life.

God, please, protect my loved ones and those of everyone on this thread. Please, God, please!

This is the kind u read and are shedding tears.

Lost my mum last September aged 62.

My fondest memory of her was as a kid growing up. We had lice me and my sis and mummy patiently killed each one one by one. But after two days without making headway (there was three if us) she had a brainwave. She just went out and bought Shelltox (not Raid or Mortein or Bayton, I am talking Shell's Shelltox here). She sprayed each head full...then we started dancing. Na dat day I know say insecticide no good for skin. The peppery sensation is better imagined! After an hour of cry-dancing mummy gathered us and lovingly gave us a headwash. See as lice dey fall like mehn...then she smiled and hugged each one of us.

Hardest thing for me was when I had to identify her in the morgue. I'm a full grown man but when I saw my mum there lifeless and I called and she didn't answer the tears and wailing just flowed.

Miss you #warriorMum

My immediate elder sister

She was my teacher
She was my mentor

I knew things my agemates never knew courtesy of her. She was older than me with six years but it felt just like a year.
I was with her majority of the time she was sick but then school reopened and I had to go back.
It got worse and on the day I finally decided to leave whatever it is I was doing in school to come home, she gave up.

19th July 2014. She died serving her nation as a corp member and as an undergraduate pursuing her second degree.

Akoja360:
Mine is ma mum....she died last year august..i wld neva 4get jisting with her that morning..we lafd n made jokes.if i had knwn dat wld b d last converxatn with her eva i wld av made it more memorable.bt God knws best .she died 3hrs later from heart failure...she was 55..R.i.p mum.i miss u

xo touchn..am xo xory bout ur lost bro.ma God bless her soul

Mine was my 2yr old niece Vanessa
She was a vibrant,intelligent nd beautiful child,loved by everyone,she died about 10yrs ago,when ever she is crying we used to sing MARC ANTHONY,I NEED YOU for her nd she will stop crying,cos she loved dat song so much,nd sometimes she will sing along.I will never 4get dat saturday morning,it was a sad day for us all,her mum took her to d clinic cos she was running a temperature,she said I should keep fish 4 her,cos she loved eating fish,I kept it,but she never ate it,never knew d wave she waved to me frm d balcony will be d last,dat was d last I saw my niece,she never came back.
Vanessa I want u to know u have a little brother now,his name is Stephan,nd d song MARC ANTHONY,I NEED YOU,has been nd will always be my favorite song of all time.I MISS U SWEET HEART....RIP

My dear sister (Elder), she died at age 13. <R.I.P-Return if Possible> Missed ha alot.

Favourite memory- We grew up together, ha company and the fun we had together; taught me tinko tinko, Mr makaroni, fables and all. Chasing eachother around the house, hide&seeking etc
i remebered a time when one bro like that sent me to deliver a love letter and love greeting card to her, we locked ourselves up in the room and made fun of the letters and whenever the guy pass by we wil start laughing and making fun of him