05/12/2025
πͺππππππππππ πππ π³πππ ππ πΎπππππ πΆππβπππ
Today, we remember Wilson Ongβera, who lived more than a century among us, tending to his family, his faith, and the simple work that shaped his days. A man who rose early, who knew the feel of soil and timber πΏ, who carried responsibility without complaint. He moved through this world with the plain, unwavering decency that rarely announces itself but changes everything it touches β¨.
In his long journey, he taught his family and loved ones steadiness. He taught them love is not always loud β sometimes it is a chair pulled close, a story told slowly, a prayer whispered for children and grandchildren ππ½. And now he has gone where we cannot follow yet, leaving us with the quiet ache of rooms he once filled, and the blessing of every small thing he left behind.
May his rest be gentle π.
May his memory continue its work in us β
softening what had hardened, steadying what had faltered,
reminding us that a long, faithful life is its own kind of hymn.
Fare thee well, Mzee Wilson ποΈ.
You lived with such dignity that even grief must approach you slowly.
