Papa, I still can't believe that I am writing a tribute in memory of you. Words cannot explain the sharp and throbbing pain that your departure has left in me, but if this is the last time I get to say goodbye, then I will do so with the relief that you are at a better place. I have never referred to you as uncle because you were not just an uncle. You were my pillar, my source of joy and comfort, the one who had answers to all my questions, and above all, my source of knowledge and strength. Each time I spoke with you, I had a renewed joy in me and the desire to live a meaningful life.
You lived a heroic life and the legacy that you have left behind will never fade. You touched countless lives by your selfless and countless acts of kindness. Your dedication to your family and your community was insurmountable, and the benefit of your hard work is a living testimony to us all. You have created a void in the family that will never be filled, but while we are mourning, we also take comfort in the fact that your mission on earth was satisfactorily fulfilled. I am who I am today because of you and I can't start listing all you've done for me in every aspect of life. I will never forget in a hurry the joy, fun, and happiness we had the last time you visited the US. I also remember vividly that even though you came for a health work up and had not fully recovered from your treatment, you were so ready to take a long and tedious bus ride to VA only to see the kids and myself. When l braved up, and drove to New Jersey with the kids so we could spend time together, I cannot recount how fulfilled and content you were. You created an immeasurable impact in the kids and they cannot believe that you are no more. My little boy has never stopped asking me whether grand uncle was born and raised in America or how comes he knows so much more than people in America. You were truly a moving library and a powerful force to reckon with.
How I wish that I had one more chance to hear your soothing and peaceful voice again. Papa, the last time I heard your voice was when we spoke two months ago on Christmas day. You asked after everybody, one after the other, and all you told me was that your tremors were bothering you, but that you were compliant with your treatment and all was going to be fine. Little did I know that this was going to be our last conversation. It was actually your way of saying goodbye. You have truly created an irreplaceable vacuum in me, and have left in all of us waves of shock and disbelief that will linger for a very long time. Despite the aching pain that is left in us, we are very grateful of the legacy that you have left behind. How heavy is my hand to write adieu, but unfortunately, such is life. We would have loved to clone you for ourselves but God loves you more. Akamentso, rest in peace till we join you in that eternal kingdom.