Hello everyone and welcome to my blog.today am writing on the journey of 11 hours for my grandfather burial.
We all have someone we lost ,life is full of journeys, but some remain in our hearts forever. One such journey of mine was when I traveled to my grandfather's burial. It was an emotional trip from Akwanga Nasarawa State to cross river state that took 11 hours.I was so tired sitting on the seat for hours and was hungry. This journey tested my patience, strength and love for my grandfather.
How it started, the news of my grandfather passing away.
It was one quiet evening, we were coming back from the farm,when. The news came of my grandfather's death. My grandfather, a kind and wise man, had passed away. My mom sank into tears ,I was in shock, my favorite person had passed away, he told me stories , taught me life lessons and always had a smile for me. He was gone and we had to travel to our ancestral village for the burial . The journey was not easy, because we had to cross two State and some local government from akwanga to benue state form benue state to enugu state before we get to my ancestral village cross river.
Beginning of the journey
Early in the morning ,we packed our bags and set out for the journey. We went to the park as early as 5am and spent 4 hours in the park just waiting for the vehicle that would take us. Finally the it came and the journey started, the road was rough , filled with pothole,the sun was hot and dust filled the air as the vehicle moved,as we drove memories of my grandfather flashes in my mind I remember how he carried me on his shoulder when I was little,how he encourage me to work hard tears filled my eyes but I wiped it away I had to be strong for my mom because she was completely breakdown. Hours had passed and we still didn't arrived,few hours more it was night already we were still on the journey. Some minutes to 8:30pm we arrive,it was dark already so we didn't do much, we just eat freshen up and rest for the day
Introduction and family meeting
My family
The next morning we were up, and there was some introduction because it's been a while since we came for a visit. All of my cousins and nephews are all grown up. I was happy to see everyone. There was a family meeting where I saw all the family members, even the ones I didn't know about. The. Burial day was fixed to be the next day,the next morning my grandfather's body was brought for the mortuary and was carried to the gravesite. Prayers were said and tears flowed freely. When it was my turn to throw soil into the grave my hand trembled ,this was the final goodbye. As the grave was covered, I felt a deep sadness seeing my mom carrying and my dad in pain, but also peace. My grandfather was no longer suffering; he was in a better place.
My cousins
After the burial the next day we began our journey back home, The journey of 11 hours back home. When we finally reached home at night , I was so exhausted but grateful the journey had been long and difficult,but it was worth it.I had to honor my grandfather by being there for him one last time.
In summary, The journey taught me many things, patience, courage and the importance of family. The journey for 11 hours was stressful and difficult but it was nothing compared to the pain of losing my grandfather. My grandfather may be gone,but his memories live on in my heart.
Thanks for reading.
In loving memory of my grandfather.