January 13, 2023
January 13, 2023
Death is a part of life. And once it strikes someone you so dearly love, your existence will never be the same.
I know the pain of losing our dearest Peter Mensah(Uncle Kofi) will perhaps never leave me. I imagine it will ease with time as I process and get through it, but I don’t suspect I will get over it. How can I? How can you get over a person who has been there since before you were even aware of yourself?
His life, his influence, his energy is inextricably linked to mine and I now take comfort in that. I take comfort in knowing that Uncle Kofi is no longer in pain.
That suffering is no longer something he has to endure. Uncle Kofi will forever be in my heart until the day it stops beating. And I am grateful that I am becoming a more fully realized human being, a more caring, compassionate, and empathetic person because of the love shown. Still, I would forfeit any wisdom for the sake of having him back.
What is the measure of a man?
Is it the amount of money he has? The possessions he owns and the power he holds? Is it the professional success he’s achieved over the years?
I don’t believe it is any of these things. The true measure of a man is how much love he gives; how selflessly he shares whatever he can to help others; how consistently he lifts up those around him with a kind word, a funny joke, a compliment, a humble ear or the very shoes off his feet.
By this measure, Uncle Kofi was immeasurable.
We lost Uncle Kofi. But only in body, not in spirit. This is by far the most painful and heart-ripping and life-altering experience I’ve endured.
But I do my best to remain grateful and comforted knowing how much our beloved Uncle Kofi positively affected the lives of others.
He was the most sincerely altruistic person I have ever known with no attachment to material things — he would literally give you the clothes he was wearing. All you had to do was mention you liked something and he would immediately insist on giving it to you.
Uncle Kofi was supposed to turn 61 on April 20th, and it is so apropos that he was born on that month because he was the embodiment of love. A heart of gold is what every family member and friend has to say about him. And it’s incredible to see just how boundless his reach has been.
The love our dearest Uncle Kofi spread on this Earth continues to grow and will live on, and that is the ultimate measure of any human being.
Rest easy KING
Your soul is in our hearts forever ♾️
We miss you
I know the pain of losing our dearest Peter Mensah(Uncle Kofi) will perhaps never leave me. I imagine it will ease with time as I process and get through it, but I don’t suspect I will get over it. How can I? How can you get over a person who has been there since before you were even aware of yourself?
His life, his influence, his energy is inextricably linked to mine and I now take comfort in that. I take comfort in knowing that Uncle Kofi is no longer in pain.
That suffering is no longer something he has to endure. Uncle Kofi will forever be in my heart until the day it stops beating. And I am grateful that I am becoming a more fully realized human being, a more caring, compassionate, and empathetic person because of the love shown. Still, I would forfeit any wisdom for the sake of having him back.
What is the measure of a man?
Is it the amount of money he has? The possessions he owns and the power he holds? Is it the professional success he’s achieved over the years?
I don’t believe it is any of these things. The true measure of a man is how much love he gives; how selflessly he shares whatever he can to help others; how consistently he lifts up those around him with a kind word, a funny joke, a compliment, a humble ear or the very shoes off his feet.
By this measure, Uncle Kofi was immeasurable.
We lost Uncle Kofi. But only in body, not in spirit. This is by far the most painful and heart-ripping and life-altering experience I’ve endured.
But I do my best to remain grateful and comforted knowing how much our beloved Uncle Kofi positively affected the lives of others.
He was the most sincerely altruistic person I have ever known with no attachment to material things — he would literally give you the clothes he was wearing. All you had to do was mention you liked something and he would immediately insist on giving it to you.
Uncle Kofi was supposed to turn 61 on April 20th, and it is so apropos that he was born on that month because he was the embodiment of love. A heart of gold is what every family member and friend has to say about him. And it’s incredible to see just how boundless his reach has been.
The love our dearest Uncle Kofi spread on this Earth continues to grow and will live on, and that is the ultimate measure of any human being.
Rest easy KING
Your soul is in our hearts forever ♾️
We miss you
