I'm not sure how to do this. How can I try and describe someone so special in plain old words? And, how can I possibly sum up the feelings and memories I have for Prof Gaston Kuzamunu Mazandu in one tribute? It’s almost impossible.
I’ve received so many messages this week and have heard from many people from many places saying “there are no words” – well, there are. There are words.
There are words of happiness about the treasured time we all had with Gaston, albeit too brief. There are words of beauty to describe his individuality and how he always looked. There are words of sorrow to try and communicate what we are feeling now that he has left us.
But maybe most of all there are words of strength, of hope, of power, of resilience and of tender love. Words that can bring us all together, to cross these choppy waters and come out the other side, better for it.
For me Gaston was a fiery spark full of love and determination. He was smart, challenging, empathetic and encouraging. He always looked to grow; to better himself as a person and a professional.
I’ll leave you with a Roald Dahl quote from The Boy in The Witches
“It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you”
Sometimes love is all we have and sometimes it is all that matters.