02/09/2026
Daddy, where is Mummy? 😭
Today, 2 September 2026, marks exactly eight months since I lost the deepest love of my life—the foundation of our home, the mother of our children, and my dear wife, Mrs. Praisejah Lawrence Ekpe.
Eight months of deep absence.
Eight months that feel endless.
Eight months of facing the quiet emptiness next to me every morning.
Eight months of gently answering the most painful questions from our three precious daughters:
“Daddy, where is Mummy?”
“When will Mummy come back to us?”
My dearest wife, words cannot fully capture how much I miss you. It still feels like only yesterday—exactly 9:45 a.m. on that terrible 2 January—when death’s cold, unyielding hand suddenly and cruelly took the light from our home and took you from us.
You were far more than a wife to me. You were my closest confidante, my true partner, the one who prayed with and for me, and the living picture of grace in our family. You were the warmth that turned our house into a home, the laughter that filled every room, and the calm that settled every storm.
To our children you were their whole world. You taught them, nurtured them, and gave them safety. To our youngest, our precious Trust-Jah, you were everything. You left this life when she was only six months old, still waiting for her mother’s arms and care. Today, by God’s kindness, she has reached one year of age. Though she is still too little to understand, she feels the absence. We all do. And every day I catch glimpses of you in her.
My beloved, I make this public promise to you today:
Our children love you. I love you—more than words can say. And I will keep loving you, without wavering, for the rest of my life.
I, your husband, together with our three beautiful girls, hold you in constant love and remembrance.
Every 2nd of the month will always be a solemn, painful day for me, a date carved deep into my heart. Yet even in this crushing sorrow I hold tightly to the hope the Bible gives.
I am convinced that on the day of resurrection, when Jehovah calls with a loud voice, you, my dear wife, will answer. And we will be together again.
Until that glorious day, we wait in faith.
Rest on in Jehovah’s memory, my darling wife.
You are missed beyond measure.
You are loved without end.
Your memory will be honoured forever.
Forever yours,
Your husband,
and your three beloved daughters.
~ Larry Ekpe Iberian
