It feels strange to be

It feels strange to be writing about Mr. Owoso in the past tense. When I was younger. I spent so much time at the Owosos’ and Mr. Owoso accepted me as a part of his family. He was a very generous man, and so put together. We called him Brother B as a sign of our respect. Because he was so cool and put together. He had swag before we even knew what the word was. As time passed, and we all went our different paths, I saw less and less of him. But on my wedding day, he showed up and in hindsight, I shouldn’t have been so surprised. Despite the numerous things that called for his attention, Mr Owoso was always there.

This is a difficult loss for everyone, but I can imagine, most of all for his family. Mr. Owoso was a great man. He has earned his stripes and has now been taken home to the father. He will be missed, definitely not forgotten.