To my Grandpa – dearest memories

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My grand-father passed away yesterday and it made me see the world differently.

He was the coolest grandfather I could ask for. He was always very laid-back and composed, calm…

He always had a few jokes ready at the tip of his tongue because he liked seeing us smile.

I can’t think of a time when I was in the same room as him and I was in a bad mood, and when I was he never tried to force me out of it. I can’t say if he understood me or not but our personalities were on sync.

He would probably say something like “It seems like a fellow isn’t very happy, I wonder what is bothering this fellow…” out loud – he would look out the window. I would pretend not to know which fellow he was referring to and I would not reply. It was our inside joke.

He was passionate about healthcare even though he was an architect. He wanted to promote unorthodox medicine through dietary supplements with minimized side effects. He always shared his findings with me. Now I would be studying pharmacy and as I dive into the world of active ingredients and action mechanisms, I know that I was initiated into this field by my grand-father.

Someone asked me how he seemed when I saw him last christmas – troubled, tired?

I knew that my grand-father was old and that he had health problems, I didn’t know that when he was in Lagos last year and he was reanimated at the hospital, that would be the last of such a miraculous feat. He never complained and his health was rarely the focus of our conversations. He would even argue to have his weekly bottle of coca-cola saying that he had a sweet-tooth and always needed a little bit of sugar-rush.

But I could sometimes see in his eyes that he was tired. If only I had known that he was leaving me soon.

Though I regret not spending this summer with him, the moments we shared would always remain dear to me in my heart – from my summers as a child at his home in Enugu, to my first time visiting the village in Ogbunike and the few times I visited afterwards.

Maybe in life there isn’t just one truth. Maybe there are different truths each depending on the individual and the context. Maybe black and white, right and wrong are subjective, what if there isn’t always a fine line.

Maybe there is such a thing as instinct and maybe sometimes it leads us to the truth. What guides are instincts, does it look out for our good?

Rest in peace grandpa, you have left behind a legacy of love.

You will forever live on in our hearts. 

“I see you in your eyes.”