*OLUWABUNMI*
*SON OF MY YOUTH*


*If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane, I’d walk right up to Heaven and bring you home again.*


"How long would the pain last?" I asked myself when I lost you. Not because I didn't know the answer, nor was I naive. It was because I could fathom it, I knew... but admitting that the pain would be a living, breathing companion for the rest of my life deeply scared me. The pain doesn't fade with time as they say, you just catch moments in between life to breathe. 


Omo mi, this is *9 years * after and I can only imagine where life could've taken us if you were here. I can't help but think of how better your would've gotten, how much wiser and how lovely it would have been to watch you be a terrific father to your children; IyanuOluwaYimika and MorolaOluwa. As years go by, we manage.There are things to do, people to care for, tasks that call for full attention, BUT, the pain is still there, not far below the surface.


Tears are proof of love. The more love, the more tears and for you I have cried a river because my love for you knows no bounds. So, I concluded that the pain of grief is the price we pay for love. 


I love you always, my forever child. I'm just eternally grateful to have parts of you in your children, my darling grandchildren, Iyanuoluwayimika and Morolaoluwa. They are indeed my truest and greatest gifts from you. Rest on my Precious Child rest well Oluwabunmi, omo mi. Your face is forever etched in my eyes, your voice forever locked in my ears and your love, forever engraved in my heart. I would hold you dearly in my memories at all times, you sweet 
*son of my youth.*




Your beloved Mother,
Mama OluwaBunmi