Dear Grandma, It took me a while to put pen to paper because it still hasn’t quite sunk in that you are no longer around. When I received that phone call from Temitayo on the morning of Saturday November 16 I honestly didn’t know what to say or do. I passed the phone back to Oluwole once I was done and went back to sleep because in my mind it was a dream I had to wake up from. I could beat my chest and say I was going to stop by and see you on my way back from Ijebu last month as I know I missed the chance to do so in October as I was only in Lagos for 24 hours. It still hurts to know that could have been my chance to say goodbye. God has a plan though! I take solace in the fact that he allowed you to see 90+ glorious years on earth and celebrate your 90th Birthday in grand style last December, with all your grandchildren and great grandchildren. I would have hoped to add to the collection of great grand babies but maybe my time hasn’t come yet. I know when that day eventually arrives you will look down on us and smile brightly as you always did. You were in pain but you always persevered and remained upbeat. That is one thing that has spurred me on through some of the toughest times and darkest moments I have experienced to date. If Grandma can do it then who am I to even attempt to complain. I still envy the fact that Temitayo gets to carry on your name (Phyllis) for you but maybe if I go and explore my Saro roots they might have a name for me somewhere there. I will ensure I add it to my list to visit Sierra-Leone and learn more about who Grandma Miliza was while I still can. Sun re Grandma. Till we see again x Folahan A.