Grandma, I don’t even know what to say. There are so many things you were supposed to be around for and it kills me to know you won’t be there. I think of you everyday and all the memories we have. I wish there were more everyday. I wish there would be a time in the year I would look forward to, knowing you were coming to visit. Grams, there are too many words to describe you but I know for one, beautiful. I know I can speak for my siblings when I say we enjoyed your presence like no other. I miss the dancing, laughing, and singing with you. Playing loud nigerian music and doing your little 2 step dance. Not a day goes by without me thinking of you or a night that I don’t pray about you. You were my special grams and I was your baby chimaks. No one loved me the way you did grandma and that will leave a hole that can never be filled. I am so sorry to your family and your children grandma and I wish I could just make everything better for everyone. You were so funny, loving, understanding, compassionate, and so much more. I still cannot believe you are not here anymore. That I won’t see you for Christmas, or Thanksgiving, or the summer before each school year. I will forever cherish those times grams. I will miss cooking for you, and turning the tv to EWTN, and cleaning my room for you. You always showed your appreciation and happiness for when I would do something as little as cooking or cleaning. I miss many things about you grandma that can’t even be put into words. Lord knows I will miss and love you forever.❤️

Chiamaka