It was about 9am Maryland time the darkest hour of the darkest day of my life July 19th 2017. Our father whom we always looked up to as the strongest and the wisest, our hero, my Original Boyfriend gently grasp for his last breath through an oxygen tube in the hospital in Limbe; surrounded by family, nurses, doctors, church elders from Bota Middle farm church and friends, before the final pronunciation and official declaration of the “D” word. I listen through the phone in tears as the final phase was happening. I spoke with all who were present and by afternoon Maryland time my Original Boyfriend was resting in the Limbe Regional Hospital mortuary.
My father’s life is a true testament of God’s work to an obedient son, God proved to us through my father that with faith you can live a fulfilling life from “Grass to Grace”. A humble CDC driver who lost his soul mate at a “juvenile” age and was place in a tough position to raise seven young children alone; HE DID IT! My father gave me life, nurtured me, sent me to school, thought me how to eat with a spoon, fork and knife and all dinner table manners, and above all showed me plenty of love through his caring ways. I would say I don’t knew my mother, no story to tell about her, but my dad made it a point to show me pictures often, so that I remember the beautiful face and good heart our mother had - as papa always described her.
The story of my father is that of a life well lived; he is a man like no other. There are not enough words I can say to describe just how important my father is to me, and what a powerful influence he continues to be in my life despite resting far away from me. Proud of you papa! My love for you will never fade.
Pammie Mor – Daughter