Three years ago today, I received a heartbreaking call from my sister. The moment she asked, “Where are you?” I had a sinking feeling about what was coming. And then, she said the words that shattered my world— “your mother don die”
In an instant, everything changed. The bustling street I was walking on fell silent, the world around me blurred, and all I could hear was her voice echoing through my mind, alongside the flood of memories we had shared. Nothing made sense anymore. At that moment, all I wanted was to go home and be with my family.
Now, three years later, as I reflect on this journey, I’ve learned a few things. The first is gratitude—gratitude for the years we had together, for the memories we created, and for the gift of life itself.
Grief is a kind of pain that never truly leaves, but with time, you grow around it. It’s a pain that defies explanation, one that reshapes you. This experience has taught me that life is fleeting; once a breath is taken for the last time, that’s it—we are not in control of that moment.
So, whatever matters, don’t put it off for tomorrow. Tomorrow will bring its own challenges, and no time is guaranteed. It has also made me realize that with every day we wake up, we have fewer days left. The question is—what impact am I making while I’m still here?
To anyone who is grieving or has lost someone dear, I hope you find comfort in knowing that God is your strength. Embrace the journey of life, cherish the good days, and remember—the dark days don’t last forever.
If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
Michael Okunloro | Elevate Your Style 