This second anniversary of Ade’s death is very significant. Thanks to Father God, Christ, and the Holy Spirit, I have done something, which on May 2, 2017, I didn’t think it would have ever been possible. I have survived two whole years without my oldest son, who was and still is someone as enormously important to me as life itself.
Today is the first anniversary of our beloved son’s death. It seems like it was just yesterday that Olumuyiwa Ade Keen died. We truly are thankful to God that Ade is no longer in pain, but because on Earth grief has no expiration date our pain won’t ever end.
When a born day’s joy is ruined by reminders of the day a parent died and the day a child was confined to a hospital bed—then died less than two months later—there is no way the birthday person will feel truly jubilant.
I am sure that all parents expect their children to outlive them. I know I expected that, but God had a different plan for my oldest son. He just turned forty-five on Sunday, April 30th. On Tuesday evening, May 2nd, he went home to be with the Lord.
