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Aug. 31st, 2008 02:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amaeMy father was an extraordinary man. Years before I was born, he was the Deputy Foreign Minster of Ghana, traveled around the world as an ambassador, and managed to get his PhD and procure a position as a professor at Oberlin College, a position he maintained faithfully to this day. He was passionate about politics, and bettering the country from which he came from. Even after he had to flee Ghana due to the coup d'etat in the early eighties, he never stopped thinking about what he could do for his homeland, and came back numerous times so he could make a difference. He was a strong, gentle wonderful person who made an impact on all the people he met.
And to me, he was the most wonderful father I could ever ask for. When I was little he would spend each day before work watching Nick Jr. with me, bathe me, take me to school, and every night when he was watching his sports he would allow me to crawl on his knees and rest my head on his stomach when I fell asleep. He would buy me that junk food I always wanted but was never supposed to eat too much of. And he would sing to me songs that he made up, because he knew how much I loved them. If you went into his office today you would see the chicken scratch drawings I used to make for him, safely posted up on his notice board. He cared for us so much, loved us so much, and it is thanks to him that I've been able to have such an enjoyable twenty-one years of life. Even these past few months, when he was suffering so much, he always managed to smile so we could smile too.
Today my father passed away of cancer. He said he wanted to be buried here in Oberlin, and I think it's for our sakes that he said so. Words can't convey how much pain I am in now, and they can't convey how much I will miss you Daddy. I will always love you.
And to me, he was the most wonderful father I could ever ask for. When I was little he would spend each day before work watching Nick Jr. with me, bathe me, take me to school, and every night when he was watching his sports he would allow me to crawl on his knees and rest my head on his stomach when I fell asleep. He would buy me that junk food I always wanted but was never supposed to eat too much of. And he would sing to me songs that he made up, because he knew how much I loved them. If you went into his office today you would see the chicken scratch drawings I used to make for him, safely posted up on his notice board. He cared for us so much, loved us so much, and it is thanks to him that I've been able to have such an enjoyable twenty-one years of life. Even these past few months, when he was suffering so much, he always managed to smile so we could smile too.
Today my father passed away of cancer. He said he wanted to be buried here in Oberlin, and I think it's for our sakes that he said so. Words can't convey how much pain I am in now, and they can't convey how much I will miss you Daddy. I will always love you.
