"God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not meant to be.
So he put his arms around you
And whispered 'Come to Me'.
With tearful eyes we watched you
As we saw you pass away.
Although we loved you deeply,
Your Golden Heart stopped beating,"
by Florence Otokito

I miss you a lot. I never stop thinking about you, I wish we spent more time together before you left. I will always remember how caring you were and being the best Grandad to me and my sister. I’ll never forget you taking us to the park when we were younger and you teaching me my first prayer...I really miss you and I wish I can hug you again.