Two years on ,loved and missed dearly daddy

Daddy, feels like just yesterday when I was broken and couldn't hold back the tears. I miss you!
All the dreams have been comforting... Till we meet again daddy, when you see me and call me by my name ❤️

Merry Christmas daddy
You were all about the season. We were not allowed to miss one single church service or vigil, hahahaha
The beautiful clothes, shoes, all you can eat buffet. As I grew older, half piece of cloth each Christmas. It's amazing how the memories flood the mind after a loved one is gone, how every act that seemed mundane suddenly take on importance..
Love you daddy, miss you always❤️

It's your birthday today daddy. . I remember how you loved to celebrate birthdays. Definitely, your day had to start with mass and on the big ones, your family and friends would have to come along with you to church too. Everything else was just frills, but we all enjoyed the "frills" too. Sometimes, you resisted the "frills" but had to go along with it for our sake
Rest on peacefully daddy. The memories keep you close.
Lots and lots of love.

Uncle Simon was indeed one of a kind. Growing up, I was almost scared to speak to him because he seemed to have such a serious demeanor. Stories from my cousins who had attended Mfantsipim before I did certainly didn’t help.

When I eventually got to Mfantsipim, I found out just how playful he could be and how strict! Uncle never shouted but one look from him and you would straighten yourself out. He made me and scores of my friends comfortable but never missed the chance to ask about classes etc.
Oh and one question from him and you certainly knew how badly you were failing that term. He was as sharp as he was observant.

I still never gathered the courage to ask what happened to my school cloth after he had warned me several times not to leave it on the drying line as long as I always did. It disappeared after a few days and we both never spoke about it. He would always have his usual smile anytime we met, even after I completed school…..daring me to open my mouth and ask lol!

Uncle, we never exchanged many words but you showed us what it meant to be responsible and we loved you for that!

Rest in perfect peace!!

TRIBUTE TO DR. SIMON FIAKPORNOO
“Gentleness is strength under control. It is the ability to stay calm, no matter what happens”
Elizabeth George-American writer
What struck me on my first encounter with Dr. Fiakpornoo, was his tranquil composure. The lab technician had just scared me to death: “Who is Philip? How did you get here? You are very sick!”
A nurse, later on, ushered me into Dr. Fiakpornoo’s consulting room and handed him the report from the lab. Expecting the worst, I watched with bated breath as he slowly perused the document. I noticed he showed no emotion at all and this unsettled me further. Finally, he looked up and calmly explained to me that I had a very severe case of malaria which would be easily dealt with so long as I followed his directions. An injection and some medication followed and I recovered fully after a couple of weeks.
The impression I took with me was that the remarkable coolness I had just witnessed was targeted at allaying my fears since I looked very panicky- thanks to the lab technician.
How mistaken I was!
As fate would have it, I found myself living with Dr. Fiakpornoo in his home when his family graciously provided me with accommodation when I went to work in Cape Coast. Observing from close range, I came to the conclusion that it was in his nature to remain cool and relaxed at all times. He spoke very few words and when he did, his voice was never raised. This quality of emotional control has so impressed me that whenever I need to relax in any situation, he is the model that comes to mind.
I would always remember him as a medical doctor par excellence and a calming presence.
Fare thee well, gentle soul!

Philip Wola Adadevoh

Happy Father's day Daddy.
Today has been an especially tough mix of emotions. I've talked to God about it, like you taught me to. I love you. I miss you.