Grace be to you, friend.
Sam Ayooluwa, a Minister of God without Border, to the one who has lost a father and/or a mother they thought would always be part of their tomorrow. Grace be to you in this moment words often fail.
I write to you not from a distance, but from a place that has known this pain. I stood and watched my father, J. O. Adisa took his last breath when I was fifteen. So I understand, not completely, but truly, that this kind of loss does not ask for permission before it reshapes your world.
There is a silence that follows, a space that no one seems able to fill. The chair they once occupied now sits as an empty seat, speaking louder than words ever could, and drawing you to conversations you never planned or envisaged, not this soon. The future you both spoke about now feels interrupted. And the weight of that reality is real. It should not be dismissed, and it will not be hurried away.