@Give Them Flowers While They Yet Live
@Give Them Flowers While They Yet Live
When last did you look your father in the eye and say, “I love you”? When last did your mother hear you whisper, “I cherish you”? These words, though simple, carry a healing balm that can soften the hardest day and lift a weary heart. Far too often, we wait for obituaries and wreaths, for eulogies and tears, to express what we should have voiced in the quiet and golden moments of today.
There is unspeakable power in heartfelt appreciation. Your parents, guardians, or caregivers—whether biological or otherwise—deserve more than silent admiration. They deserve your voice, your gratitude, your affirmation. Many of them are walking through fire daily, shielding you from flames you may never see. They juggle burdens, hide worries behind tired smiles, and carry the weight of your dreams on shoulders already bruised by life’s battles.
Many fathers endure humiliation just to ensure school fees are paid. Some trek long distances so you can take a bus to school. Mothers go hungry, wearing the same wrapper for years, just to see you shine in style. These acts are not tales from a sentimental novel. They are the living testimonies of sacrificial love that beats daily in many homes across the world.
Even when your parents fall short, even when they stumble, remember—they are human too. Most of them were not privileged to be raised in warmth or wisdom. They are learning on the job, often without a guidebook. What you see as flaws might be the scars of battles they had to fight alone. Extend grace. Let go of the grudge. Heal through honour.
If someone else raised you—a grandmother with trembling hands, an aunt with little means, an uncle who stood in the gap, or a stranger who became family—don’t let their name fade in your memory. Reach out. Visit. Call. Text. Say thank you. Say you care. Say you remember.
There is a kind of fulfilment that only comes from giving honour where it is due. Let your compliments become daily gifts. Let your appreciation be a sweet perfume that warms their hearts. Every “thank you” is a melody. Every “I love you” is a balm. Every “I see you” is a crown.
Don’t wait until they are gone. Give them flowers while they yet live. Not roses on a casket, but words that dance and linger. Not silence in the crowd, but applause in their presence. Let your life be a living tribute. Let your love be loud.
Yours in fulfilment,
*@Otunba Femi Abiola, CMIE, MCE*
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