“Ruby, yɛn bɔ mpae” after I narrate something that happened? Who will praise me on how I am raising my children Eline and Ezan and still remind me to make sure they learn how to speak our local Ghanaian languages?Who will call me to say, “Send me pictures of the latest kente for us to buy”? I struggle with the statement “it is well” because, to put it simply, it is not well. Death steals, death is cruel, and death is painful. Yours has been the most painful of all for me so far. I take refuge in the fact that she is no longer in pain. I take refuge in knowing that all her worries, headaches, and turmoil are over. The short, yet impactful phrase “sɛ asa!” comes to mind, and I can’t think of anything else to add. I love you, Sister Eunice. Until we meet again. Every time I sing a Twi gospel song, I will think of you. Every time I dance at an event, I will think of you. Every time I face a problem that seems too big, I will think of you. Just this morning, I had a bowl of mangoes, and I thought of you because that was the last meal I had with you about a week before you passed away. Everything around me reminds me of you, and that’s how I know that you are and will always be with me. Thank you for being the most amazing big sister. Eternally Cherished 37 Hon. Dcns. Mrs. Eunice Jacqueline Buah Asomah-Hinneh
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