My dearest father…I am so sad… but I know you are now free from all the pain, evil and wickedness of this world… you did so much in the over 8 decades that you spent on earth.

You were always happiest when you were working towards the progress of Abua. I can’t forget how you called me so excited about the Abua language bible project. You told me why you had to make the trip even though you didn’t feel well… you were so sick when you got back from that trip, but you told me you had to be there to support the initiative. Through the pain I heard the absolute joy in your voice as you told me all about the event! You explained so much to me about the importance of legacy, and the work your father had done in Abua during his lifetime. I listened but I was so so concerned about the physical pain you were in.

You were so focused on living and making the best out of each moment and in spite of the challenges that came your way, you fought the good fight.

I miss your calls and our video chats, your laugh and your zest for living. I wanted this to be forever, but I know you have joined our long line of ancestors, you are watching over us and reminding us to live each day with love, intentionality and purpose.