Aunty Tin'gal, Even as I stared at this memorial site throughout the night, and spoke with Aunty Dr at 3am about the wake and final few hours before you came back to 'down house' for the last time, I still could not bring myself to say goodbye. But seeing pictures of your home going and finally reality hits. If only I had known that the telephone call I made to wish Aunty Dr a happy birthday on Sunday June 26th was the last time I would speak to you! I thank God that I had several opportunities to say 'thank you Aunty' for all that you did for me, and the family. The ever so gentle, caring, kind, generous, loving and funny Aunty, mother, friend and mentor that you were. You were always around whether it was in Victoria, Yaounde and I remember the few days we had in Garoua together. I have very fond memories of you and the impact you had at various stages in my life.
You stood by Mummy when Daddy died, you held her hand all the way. You were there when she fell ill and stood by us when she too went. You took charge of decorating that sitting room with such attentiveness. You were there with us through out the night making sure it was special for when she was laid in state. Oh Aunty!
Then I was back 5 years later to bury Dada Jane and there you were again... You have been a friend, sister and confidant to Dada Latre' -your 'age group' as you called each other; now she is devastated and lost; your passing was so sudden.
I hear your gentle voice, your laughter as I write. I still feel the warm embrace you gave me when we arrived home that Thursday evening, 4 days after Mummy passed away back in 1995, and your words of encouragement and your support. I would call you if I hadn't been able to reach Dada Latre for some time and there she would be; with her 'age group'. Even when I called just to see how you were, you would reassure me that Dada was fine and that she was right there with you. Thank you Aunty for looking out for Dada Latre'.
Now you are finally reunited with your beloved uncle Fred, as you rest from your labours. Sleep tight Aunty Eirene, and once again thank you, thank you, thank you.
With Love always,
Tia