When I think of my dad, I think of love, laughter, discipline, and plenty of memories that only someone who grew up in Warri, Delta State, can fully understand. Dad was funny in his own way. Sometimes he said things so sharply, you weren’t sure if you were supposed to laugh or just behave –; but most times, we did both. He was strict, yes, but deep down he was soft-hearted.

He used to call me his “last card” – his last born – and I wore that name like a badge of honor. That was our special bond, and it made me feel like no matter how grown I got, I would always be his baby. To my husband, Dad wasn’t just a father-in-law – he became a true father. And to our children, he was the best grandad.

Dad, we will miss your humor, your wisdom, your sacrifices, and your unwavering love. Rest well, Dad and Grandad. Your “last card” and the whole family love you deeply.

Words can’t fully express the extent of your love and the care you showed to us all through your life. Today I celebrate your life because it was a life well lived. I remember you picking me up from school everyday, ensuring we had everything we needed to feel loved and carefree as children.

Though you were a strict parent in many ways, I now understand that every lesson taught and every instruction given has made me the adult I am today. For this, I am eternally grateful to God for giving me a perfect father like you. Today we will remember you with friends and family and we will thank God for 81 fruitful and blessed years.

You will remain forever in our hearts. Love, your look alike, Bolinton.