Tributes
Your stories, prayers, and kind words mean more than you know. Please use the space below to celebrate a life well‑lived—whether it’s a favorite moment, a heartfelt prayer, or a simple note of comfort. Every tribute helps keep these cherished memories alive.
Tribute to My Father, My Friend, and My Hero
To my dear Dad, my greatest teacher, my friend, and in many ways, my mirror. I see so much of myself in you—physically, in our mannerisms, and in the things we both loved. Growing up, everyone would say, “You’re just like your dad,” and they were right in more ways than one.
From a young age, I remember us bonding over music. We’d jam together on countless road trips, with my homemade mixtapes or one of yours playing on repeat. I remember all the Michael Jackson hits, Kool and the Gang, Shalamar and many others and you even made me listen to and appreciate King Sunny Ade, Ebenezer Obey, Shina Peters and others. We both loved our cars too, ast but never reckless, always careful yet with a bit of flair, just the way you taught me. You even gifted me my first and second car, and I had the honor of returning that gesture in recent years. The car you drove up until now was my way of saying “thank you” for every ride and every lesson you ever gave me.
You taught me so much, Dad. Our love for action movies, especially the James Bond series, was one of the many things that made our connection so strong. Whether it was the thrill of the chase scenes or Bond’s witty lines, we’d laugh and tease, finding joy in even the simplest things. And oh, your sense of humor, you knew just how to keep things light-hearted. You loved to tease, and I was often your target. But somehow, I always knew it was your way of showing love.
As the oldest, I got to spend more time with you than anyone else. I got to know your secrets, your dreams, your prayers, and your hopes for all of us. You’d often remind me that I am the head of our home, showering me with prayers and blessings. I felt your pride in me, and it pushed me to live up to the standard you set.
In many ways, Dad, you were my first hero. The way you loved Mom, the way you provided for us, and the way you showed up for everyone else left an impression on me. I watched you become not just a father but a friend to so many. Your faith in Jesus was strong, and you never missed an opportunity to pray over me. I know those prayers are still with me now, guiding me and keeping me grounded.
I miss you, Dad, more than words can say. But I know you’re in a better place, where there is no pain or sorrow, laughing and dancing with the angels. Rest well, my dear father, until we meet again.