Its being a while, being so busy but love my page all the same. Its a place to pour out my feelings and I sure have so much to talk about. Still quite busy but this had to be shared. I have heard many tell stories of after tears comes a season of peace or joy in their lives but today I tell a different story. This is what my family, my maternal family, every one of us cousins, grand kids to my maternal grand father is doing now. Building bridges of love amidst tears of losing one of our cousin late Felix Akposio Agbaratuwa. Tears indeed is in every eyes but in it we are finding a closure to rebuild what our grand father believed in. Unity and love is returning to us, we are finding ourselves, every lost grand child of this household.
The story of a family, yes! an extended family amending the torn patches that have mounted with passing years and building the bridge of love in the midst of tears. Indeed in a time of sorrow and pain, a new beginning that is growing strong everyday.
This is the story of my extended family, my maternal family. Family they say is unique and every one belongs to a family and what joy it is to belong to one but sometimes it just does not seem to be easy. As families grow large conflicts arise, especially if the unifying force is no longer there. That is maybe the head as it was in the case of my maternal family.
The unifying force was our grand father, a great colossal figure of a man. A tall handsome looking great man, who commanded respected far and wide, by all who knew him including his children. To us his grand children we loved and held him in such awe, as he showered us with so much love. He brought us together then during holidays, a was a unifying force to not only his household, his extended family but to the his larger community. We ate together played and shared so many unique moments and never cared about anything else. There was no conflict, never not among his kids or grand kids. His deep bass voice was enough to sound a warning of peace.
All that changed after he died, no one can really tell how it started but everyone went their different ways, it became one big whole crisis upon crisis, with us the grand kids caught in the middle of the battle between the children of our grand Father.
Some of us have not seen each other for more than 20 to 30 years and today we wonder what really was the bone of contention. Thank God for the new dawn. With tears at the death of our cousin we came together and set up a WhatsApp group. The group is growing everyday powerfully, cousins are beginning to meet other cousins online.
And our kids are also getting to meet each other too, what a glorious opportunity and thank God, it is happening now. Its never too late, though it came at a time that we are mourning the death of our beloved cousin but the good thing is we are doing it as a united force.
I am happy to say we are building bridges of love amidst tears in our eyes but it is now or never. This time is the right time and the destine time. Thanks to every one.
Adieu our brother Felix, may your soul rest in perfect peace, we the entire family of Amitaye will miss you.