The old adage that good people do not live that long has been given another proof. All too soon you have left us in shock. Our last meeting was just 3 months ago in London. Maggie, your daughter-in-law and myself hosted you. Your request was that you wanted one of my special “Fufu and groundnut soup”. This I did. Remember vividly how you ran commentary all the way till left the table. You enjoyed the meal and that made you happy. The 2nd less of our meeting was at your place in Wood Street. You had the time to prepare a wonderful meal for us. Was that the Last Supper? That you were resourceful and motivated. You always left a lasting impression on any with whom you had a moments encounter. Your presence at the funeral of my father and who was also your ex husband brought tears to everyone. This was typical of you. Very few people will do what you did. I remember how both of us sat down by the road side as we had a chat long into the night. I remember you asked me to eat as it was getting a bit late. If little did I know you were leaving that soon. That the vicissitudes of your person I think could be an inspiration to the humble majority of people. That as a child you cared deeply of my education so much that you made me the best pupil in English throughout my primary level. As a boy when I was naughty the only “bad word” that you could say to me was “your eyes like fish” and as a grown up, I asked you what that meant , you smiled and said I had beautiful eyes. That you didn’t know anger was an understatement. I never saw your anger till you departed. What a Woman! That with the little you had you were a benefactor to many, strangers and family alike. Though your calmness , love for people and wise counsel is not lost upon anyone that had the privilege of your company, to me you will always be my beloved mother. Mummy, my life tutor, you taught me to be humble and compassionate. Values I hold sacred. My childhood with you was special. Trips to the beach,to the shopping mall on Saturdays in Ghana. Those years bring fond memories. Christmas with you was something special. How many children would write letters to father Christmas and make a long list of what they wanted and got almost all they asked for. You made it happen for us (me). You really have a special place in my heart and I dearly thank you for all you did for us (me). Mum, no more carrying of shopping bags around shops picking up little little presents for all. This time around Jesus will be carrying your shopping bags for you. He has called you to Rest. And please Rest in Peace. Thank You! Thank You! May God Grant you a perfect resting Place. Thank You for choosing her and thank you for my Dad! You made him what he was for others to take the story. I will miss you and your cakes and your jollof! How sad! FARE WELL HEDE NUIE REST IN PEACE Your Loving Son Kwaku Wutoh.