Tribute to My Grandfather
Today I say goodbye to my Grandfather, and while my heart is heavy, I am deeply thankful for the life he lived and the love he shared with all of us.
To me, Grandpa was more —he was a teacher, a storyteller, and a constant reminder of what it means to live a life anchored in family, hard work, and faith. I remember the times we would sit together as he shared stories of his youth—how he left Nyeri as a young man, the struggles he faced while working for white settlers, and the lessons he carried from every season of life. His stories were never just entertainment; they carried wisdom, courage, and humor in equal measure.
What I admired most about Grandpa was his quiet strength. He had faced many trials in life, yet he never allowed bitterness to take root. Instead, he chose peace, unity, and love. He showed me the importance of never wasting energy on trivial issues, of keeping family first, and of working consistently for the people you love.
I will always remember the way he lit up when surrounded by his children and grandchildren. He was so proud of all of us, and in his presence, you could feel both love and pride woven into every word he spoke. Sitting by his side, I learned not just about his journey, but about who I wanted to become—a person rooted in family, guided by faith, and committed to living with integrity.
Grandpa’s life was long and blessed. He lived to see generations grow around him, and through it all, he remained steady, strong, and full of wisdom. He taught me the value of family, the dignity of work, and the gift of God’s love and protection over a long, peaceful life.
As I say goodbye, I carry his lessons with me. I will honor him by holding family close, by working with consistency and integrity, and by choosing peace over conflict—just as he always did.
Rest well, Grandpa. Your love, your wisdom, and your stories will live on in me, and in all of us who had the honor of calling you family.
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