Tribute for the Only Grandparent I Knew
I am Maggie Nwomeh's first grandchild — and she was the only grandparent I ever truly knew. This tribute is my attempt to say what that has meant to me.
I am Maggie Nwomeh's first grandchild — and she was the only grandparent I ever truly knew. This tribute is my attempt to say what that has meant to me.
My dear grandmother exuded many admirable qualities — and though she has left us, the values she embodied live on in every member of this family she shaped.
As the Ada of Ben, I'm also your namesake — and growing up knowing that felt like a gift that keeps on giving.
Grandma, you left an extraordinary mark on our dad — and through him, on us. We carry that mark with pride.
You have been nothing but an absolute blessing in my life — and the love you gave so freely is something I will spend the rest of my days trying to deserve.
Nne Nnem. The original tiger. There was no one quite like you, and there never will be again.
It was such a terrible moment when I learned you passed away, grandma — one of those moments that reorders the world and everything you thought you knew about it.
Grandma, you were a pillar of strength — always there for us, pampering us with gifts and grounding us with love.
In loving memory of my dear grandmother, who graced our lives with boundless love and a quiet grace that I did not fully understand until she was gone.
As I pause to reflect on the life of my dear Grandma, I am struck by how much she gave — and how little she ever asked for in return.
Mama was a very steadfast person in all she did — the kind of steadfastness that becomes a compass for everyone lucky enough to witness it.
Mama was a great grandmother and a steadfast woman — one who showed us, by example, what a life of purpose and love actually looks like.
You were a beacon of faith, unwavering in your devotion to God — and that faith radiated outward and touched every single person who came near you.