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Now the laborer’s task is over Now the ba le day is past Now upon the farther shore Lands the voyager at last (MHB 526)
M
aa, Sansaa, Adwoa Amponsaa, Bertha and the well-known whistle dad you used to call you…these were how we used to address our mum. Expressing our grief as "heartbroken" hardly captures the depth of our sorrow. Accepting that you are no longer with us remains incredibly challenging. Truly, our hearts ache. Dearest Maa, we never expected to be writing a tribute so soon. We were eagerly anticipating your birthday this November and celebrating the joy of the Christmas season with you. Ma possessed a serene and affectionate nature, always welcoming family and friends into her home, seamlessly embracing them as her own, and harmoniously coexisting with everyone. Adwoa Amponsaa was a passionate admirer of flowers, she cultivated and cared for various varieties, with the most remarkable ones being the queen of the night, lady of the night, velvet, and rose. We fondly recall her inviting us to witness the rare and enchanting blossoming of the queen of the night, which occurred only occasionally, making it an unforgettable sight. As a devoted Christian mother, she nurtured our faith in Christ and encouraged active participation in church activities. As a chorister in her youthful days, she showcased her deep love for music, particularly from Methodist and Presbyterian hymns, as well as chorales. She frequently sang hymns and chorales with us and radiated with pride and joy whenever her children ministered in church. In her capacity as our mother, she taught us numerous songs. Even during her illness, she made an effort to sing along when we sang hymns by her bed side. Although her ability to vocalize words was limited, we could perceive the tranquility that enveloped her when we sang. Ma occasionally shared her own childhood and youthful experiences with us. With her
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Rest well Mrs. Alberta Adwoa Amponsaa Annang
