Death Robbed Me
I’m certain I never really understood “till we meet again” until you didn’t show up this Sunday for another picture together like the weeks before. When Sis Loulou sent me the personal video telling me to be encouraged and that you’re in a better place, you’re in heaven, I believed it and it hurt. It pierced, deeply.
For the first time in my life, I believed in something so uncontrollably I tried to fight, and it hurt.
Dela, I miss you.
Call it denial, but I’d rather feel you’re on a long vacation till we meet again, and I’m okay with it.
Such a mysterious God, saving his children from the evil days that is to come… that is here.
The definition of a sweet spirited, never offended by anything, always smiling, always making others smile Delali Margaret Odoom. My campus sleep over girl, my banku joint partner, my most consistent client, my friend, my fellow Darling Girl.
Death, you really robbed me of my sense of reality for a moment… well, for some days… congrats but you didn’t win; the series of victories belong to me this year, not you. You took Edward away from me, you took my very own Danny Nettey away from me, now Dela? O how I value you because of you make me see things clearly each time.
You robbed me of one of my most valuable sources of cheer and laughter just when I needed it; you’re a timely one, aren’t you?
As much as this is hard for me, I can imagine how hard of a decision it must’ve been for our Father to have chosen you, knowing how much we loved you. That alone is comforting.
For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth; Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; And in Your book were all written The days that were ordained for me, When as yet there was not one of them. How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand. When I awake, I am still with You.
Psalms 139:13-18 NASB
Just so you know, Popsie says “We will pick up the pieces and recover knowing that you loved the Lord and lived for Him”.
We all lose something precious at a point in our lives, but being robbed of anything… anything or anyone, that’s hard… that’s unfair.
To the grieving family, to the others who loved you, BE ENCOURAGED. It’s difficult, I know, BE INTENTIONAL ABOUT IT and believe in the soothing word to the soul by the Psalmist when he said,
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.
Psalm 116:15 KJV
PS, your fellow Darling Girls wore colourful dresses this Sunday to appreciate the colour you brought into our lives when God gave you to us. Don’t mind Precious, she said “black is colourful too” so I made her stand at the far end.
Thanks, Dela. You’re a beautiful star.