Today marks three years since my mother passed away.
Some days it feels like a lifetime ago.
Other days, it feels like yesterday.
I still hear her voice in my decisions.
I still remember her prayers.
I still measure myself against the values she lived by.
She wasn’t loud about her faith — she lived it.
She wasn’t perfect — but she was consistent.
And that consistency shaped me more than anything else.
As a father to my two daughters, I now understand her sacrifices differently.
As a leader, I understand her strength differently.
As a son, I simply miss her.
My mother taught me discipline, responsibility, and respect for people.
She taught me that integrity is non-negotiable and that faith is something you hold onto especially when things are uncertain.
I truly believe she is with God.
And I pray that her prayers in heaven continue to protect and guide our family.
Her legacy is not in memories only — it is in how we live, how we lead, and how we treat others every day.
May her soul rest in peace.
And may I continue to make her proud.