We were twins, yet in many respects different, she was bold, forthright and decisive whilst I think am diplomatic and sometimes considered. She organised every aspect of her life and family and I sensed her frustrations as she lay in bed in the Medway Hospital unable to do anything about her deteriorating situation. Even to the last possible minute she was working and in contact with her office.
Under tremendous strain but with singular determination, a few days before she passed on, she saw off our mother and her children to the airport in Heathrow. It must have been hard for her, very hard. It was her Christian faith that sustained her to the end, that I am sure of.
I can still vividly recall the events leading to my twin's transition, it was in the middle of a staff conference when I got a call from Nigeria, it was my brother and brother-in-law (her husband), expressing concern about my twin and urging that I lead in prayers. My cousin, Ronke, also called the next day indicating that things had become more serious. I left the conference in the midst of ferocious snowing in a village near Kidderminster to make my journey to Kent via Nottingham. What I saw when I arrived, the 'Shade I beheld in the hospital left me devastated but more determined to pray.
Tomorrow, I begin the next stage to my recovery from this prolonged grief, seeing a counsellor, praying that this dark cloud over me would be lifted. I do not suggest it will happen because of the single visit. I suggest, however, that every little helps and that am back on the way………..
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