In
Memory of the Late James Kwesi Hamilton
By: Jacqueline Araba Hamilton
Pa, October 1st, 2010 marks ninety years when
you entered this world to undertake the earthly
task that God had assigned you. If you were
still here, we would be celebrating that 90th
milestone. We imagine what a joyous occasion
it would be; surrounded by your loved ones,
but our plans are not God's. Twelve years ago,
the Lord looked down, saw that you had run a
good race and accomplished your mission. Thus,
you were called from labor to rest where you
have claimed your crown. So many things have
happened, since, during which times we have
hoped that you were around to share, celebrate,
advise, smile or even offer that wise word.
There is so much that we wish we could tell
you.
We
know that neither time nor space can permit
or contain the expression of our memories but
we refuse to allow this day to go by without
remembering you and sharing with others how
blessed and honored we are to have had you in
our lives. There is never a day that goes by
that you are not in our thoughts. At times,
we cry but God knew that there would be sorrow,
so He gave tears to cry. We hurt because we
are human but celebrate the quality of your
life and take solace that we were privileged
to share in it. The Lord Almighty could not
have presented a more perfect gift when he molded
you the epitome of the perfect dad, one who
was there every step of the way beaming with
pride at our accomplishments and cheering us
on in our failures even when we fell short of
your expectations. You encouraged and made us
believe in ourselves and what we could become.
Pa, you were more than just a father. You were
a guardian, friend, confidant and symbol of
strength in time of weakness offering a wise
word and turning the bleakest situation to hope.
We remember those times when we were chastised
out of love and the early morning advice that
followed. While at times we may have misunderstood
your discipline as too harsh and admonition
too stern, we have come to realize that we were
being prepared to face the challenges of this
world, beset with problems of the worst magnitude.
The immensity of your love was unquestionable.
Pa dear, be proud! Soyez fier! as you would
say in French. Thanks for all of it! You could
not have done it any better. Those things that
you stood for are what we have become today.
Most of your predictions have become realities.
The pride of being your wife, children and grandchildren
is immeasurable. In life, you were loved and
in death, you are honored and cherished. You
stood for dignity and integrity never compromising
your stance. Indeed, you were a man of principles
and wisdom winning the respect and admiration
of many. No doubt, you advocated a life of humility
by your spoken words and your deeds. Recognition
of this fact does not prevent us from elevating
you to the echelon of the noblest men that ever
were and ever will be.
'English
English" as you were nicknamed by your
students, our hero and pride, death's cold chilling
hands have not succeeded in robbing us of the
warmth of your love. Yes, the vacuum created
by your demise can never be filled but our love
and respect for you have lingered and will never
be erased. Rest, Dad, in the bosom of Christ
in the land where sickness can not afflict you
or torment touch you. We have gone on with our
lives as you would have wanted knowing that
you are keeping a watchful eye from your heavenly
home. Dearly beloved husband, father and grandfather,
you are definitely missed. May Light perpetual
continually shine upon you until we all, someday,
rejoice in that boundless sea of love.
For
the Family
