Hey, this thing called death! Striking so unpredictably, keeping the living ever puzzled, as I am now; nay, we are in my wider family, since your passing. You, such a loving mother, a pillar of support, a beacon of light in your husband’s family! Would that any could negotiate with death, and we would have requested a different order, but alas! May the good Lord grant you eternal rest. And may He console your husband, uncle Sylve, your children, cousins Sylvia, Rosemary, Ik and Chris, and the rest of us in the wider families. Osy Chuke