“Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.”
(Shannon Alder)

While pondering over what short tribute I could write in your honour, I found this quotation which adequately summed it all up for me. The way you lived your life will leave an indelible mark on our hearts forever.

Everyone called you Daddy. You were the gentlest daddy that I have ever come across and remained the same way to me for as long as I knew you. Daddy was the “Resident Family Minister;” the family was indeed blessed with four (4) Methodist Ministers, and we could hold a church service whenever we gathered.

My first real memory with you was during my summer holidays in Cambridge (UK), in 1972. You made sure that I had many exciting things to reminisce about when I returned home. Since then, you maintained a keen interest in my development through school and life.

When the time came for me to enter the workforce and begin my journey to independence, you were there, ready to assist me in a significant way. You counseled me to leave a good-paying private sector job to join the University of Ghana for about a quarter of the pay. Only later in my life, did I realize that it was one of the best decisions I could have taken, as it led me down a fruitful career path. I will always be grateful for your direction.

Daddy, even as the frailty of old age caught up with you, you would still attend every family event, although many times it was with a big effort. We thank you for all the several ‘big effort’ days that you graced occasions, and the love you always had for our family.

Now, we pray to the Lord Almighty to receive your very gentle soul and grant you eternal rest.

Rest peacefully in the bosom of your maker.

Daddy, yaa wo ojogbann.