I'm thankful for the 90 years she graced this earth and for the rich legacy she gave me.
|Visiting my grandmother in Nigeria in 2008|
But my heart is so sad: for my family, for my dad, for lost dreams.
When I last saw her in Nigeria in 2008, she chuckled as she promised that she would come to America for a visit after I had my first child. I really did hope that would happen. Over the last few weeks as she weakened, my desire to see her grew stronger and I hoped she would hang on long enough for our family to see her again.
I am sad that she is no more on this side of eternity; that my children won't meet their great-grandmother; that I have no more living grandparents; that a hole has been ripped into the fabric of our family.
But I am also thankful that she lived well and vibrantly; that I come from a line of strong women; that her story is part of my story; that I am because she was.
And I thank God for my heritage as a Nigerian-born American.
After seeing my grandmother in Nigeria in 2008, I wrote this story for the News Sentinel about the experience. I'm so grateful for the opportunity to have been able to tell her story in a public way.