Dorcas Ajoke Akingbade

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TRIBUTE TO MY BELOVED GRANDMOTHER

In Loving Memory of Dorcas Ajoke Akingbade — Our Beloved “Mummy Akure” ❤️🕊️

Goodbye, Grandma. ❤️🕊️

Words are not enough to express how much you meant to us. You were more than a grandmother; you were a pillar of love, care, faith, and family.

Even though my late dad was not your biological son, you never treated him as anything less. You took him in, loved him, and raised him as your own. And because you loved him, you also embraced us, his children, as your own.

You made sure we followed you to church. You constantly checked on us, cared about our wellbeing, and made sure we never felt abandoned or forgotten. Those little things you did may have seemed ordinary at the time, but today, they are some of the memories we will treasure forever.

I will never forget how you cried when my dad passed away. You cried like you had lost your own biological son, because in your heart, he truly was your son. That moment showed us the depth of the love you had for him and for our family.

One memory that will remain with me forever is our last conversation just a few weeks ago. I spoke with you, and you were happily telling me that we should come and celebrate the harvest with you. You sounded so happy and excited about seeing us. I also told you that you were finally going to meet my son, your great-grandchild, and I could feel the joy in your heart. You were so happy at the thought of finally meeting him.

Little did I know that conversation would become one of our last memories together. I never imagined that the plans we spoke about would not happen. I never imagined that the next time I would be thinking about you, you would no longer be here with us.

Grandma, you taught us that family is not only about blood. Family is about love, sacrifice, acceptance, and the decision to stand by one another. You lived that truth.

Your love gave us comfort. Your prayers covered us. Your presence gave us a sense of home. And although you are no longer here physically, everything you taught us and every act of love you showed us will continue to live in our hearts.

Thank you for loving my dad as your own.
Thank you for loving us as your own.
Thank you for taking care of us.
Thank you for leading us to church and teaching us the importance of faith.
Thank you for every phone call, every check-in, every prayer, and every sacrifice.

It hurts knowing that my son will not get to experience that moment I had looked forward to—the moment you would hold him, bless him, and welcome him as your great-grandchild. But I take comfort in knowing that you were happy just knowing he was coming to meet you.

Mummy Akure, that is what we called you, and that name will forever carry memories of love, warmth, prayers, and family. You were a mother to many, a grandmother to us, and a woman whose love was never limited by blood.

Rest peacefully, Grandma. You loved deeply, gave selflessly, and left behind memories that death can never erase.

You may not have given birth to my dad, but you became his mother. And through him, you became a grandmother who loved us beyond blood.

We will miss you dearly, but we will forever be grateful that God gave us the privilege of having you in our lives.

Sleep well, Dorcas Ajoke Akingbade.
Sleep well, our beloved Mummy Akure. 🕊️❤️
Until we meet again.

Mama was my grandmother even though my late father wasn't her son. She took us as her own. Sent me to one of the best schools in Akure. She was so fond of me that she made sure, even when she was on her hospital bed in 1998 that I got all my books and materials ready for resumption. I will forever miss you grandma. Her love languages were, okun o momi, u ya, okun o damilola.