02-03 2021 13:08
wrote:
Our tears still flow from time to time and we wake up each day hoping the news of your transition becomes nothing but a dream.
Amidst deep sighs, tears , and muttering "daddy is gone" again and again, we believe you have become a cloud of witnesses with the patriarch of faith.
Our tears and staring into blank space are simply because we wanted to spend more time with you,
Ola and I wanted to leave more phone calls laughing hard because of your witty jokes that flowed easily,
We wanted you to eat much more from trees which you have helped groomed,
We wanted to go on vacations with you and tell you tales of how your values of integrity, continous pursue of excellence and Godliness has made us better persons,
We wanted your grand son to meet you in person and enjoy the many sides of Sir Ajide as you were foundly called.
Daddy! the totality of your life remains a stream where we draw lessons from. Time has spoken once again and we are learning to use it better.
In tears again as i write this, See you on the resurrection morning where we meet to part no more.
Rest well Sir James Jide Ayanda
Your Son
Segun Michael
02-03 2021 13:08
wrote:
Our tears still flow from time to time and we wake up each day hoping the news of your transition becomes nothing but a dream.
Amidst deep sighs, tears , and muttering "daddy is gone" again and again, we believe you have become a cloud of witnesses with the patriarch of faith.
Our tears and staring into blank space are simply because we wanted to spend more time with you,
Ola and I wanted to leave more phone calls laughing hard because of your witty jokes that flowed easily,
We wanted you to eat much more from trees which you have helped groomed,
We wanted to go on vacations with you and tell you tales of how your values of integrity, continous pursue of excellence and Godliness has made us better persons,
We wanted your grand son to meet you in person and enjoy the many sides of Sir Ajide as you were foundly called.
Daddy! the totality of your life remains a stream where we draw lessons from. Time has spoken once again and we are learning to use it better.
In tears again as i write this, See you on the resurrection morning where we meet to part no more.
Rest well Sir James Jide Ayanda
Your Son
Segun Michael