Mrs. Grace Anastasia Buah M O T H E R g Tribute When she was a child, I called her Nana Adwo, after her paternal great-grandmother. When she grew into a young adult, I called her Eunice, her given name, which means “joyous victory”. In recent years, I playfully called her Honorable, a nod to her position in government. In hindsight, the evolution of what I called my daughter reflects her journey in life through my eyes. She was born rooted in family, then grew into herself as a young adult, charting her own path to victory. Finally, she became Honorable, having served her nation, family, and church with distinction. When I was informed of Nana Adwo’s passing, I exclaimed, “Why didn’t you wait to bury me first? A mother does not bury her child!” Nana Adwo, why have you gone too soon? As painful as this is, as a Christian, I must put my trust in God and remember that His ways are not always our ways. I have so many questions for God, but I find solace in knowing she is resting in His bosom. I have countless fond memories of Eunice. I remember being themediator between her and her father when she was a strong-willed little girl. I recall the countless phone conversations Your loved ones know you for your generous heart, your workers and business associates know you for your sharp business acumen, but I, who had the pleasure of watching you blossom from an unsure child into an indisputable powerhouse, choose to celebrate you for your tenacity, your love for family, and your eagerness to help when it was needed most. Mama Grace “ Eternally Cherished 28 Hon. Dcns. Mrs. Eunice Jacqueline Buah Asomah-Hinneh
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