You were more than a brother, you were a piece of my soul

“My dearest brother, Today the world feels softer — as if even the wind remembers your name. I still hear your voice echoing in quiet moments, the way you’d smile and call me “Idan mi,” as though those two words could wrap me in warmth no one else could give. Heaven gained you too soon, but I hold on to the laughter you left behind, the kindness you carried, and the love that still lingers in every corner of my heart. You were more than a brother — you were a piece of my soul, a light that even death could not dim. In every sunrise that reminds me of your brightness, in every quiet night where I whisper your name and feel peace. Happy birthday in heaven, my Oluwanisola. Your name still feels like a prayer, and your memory, a melody that never stops playing. Keep resting, my brother and when the stars glow a little brighter tonight, I’ll know it’s you smiling down, still calling me “Idan mi.” “