Kwame! As I called my son. My dear son, you were my first pride and my greatest teacher. You made me a father and stood by my side as a strong man and a dear friend. The quiet grief in my heart runs deep, I always thought you would be the one to lay me to rest, to share stories of my long life. Instead I find myself standing here, tasked with the impossible job of saying goodbye to you. When the tragic news of your death was broken to me, I was shocked, devastated and confused. As an old man I had presumed that I will be given the most befitting burial by you and your siblings knowing how well you can do things.

You were taken from us far too soon, and the days ahead will be difficult without you. Somehow, the natural order of things has been reversed. Now I find myself weakened by age and me rather burying you, Hmmm!I have watched you grow from a humble obedient little boy to a national and international statesman. Somehow, I knew that you did not belong to me alone. Over the years I have learnt to let you go as your job took you to many parts of the world.You have touched hearts, transformed lives and you brought many more children to me. For that, Kwame, I thank you very much. Since it is the will of God to take you to Himself at this time, I have no option than to completely surrender to His will.

Go in peace my son, fare thee well.