A Tribute to Kwame Owusu Ansah

For me, to live is Christ and to die is Gain. Phillipians 1:21

Like a flower quickly fading, here today and gone tomorrow, like a wave tossed on the ocean, like a vapor in the wind, life gets sucked into the cold icy arms of death, leaving us empty and wondering when it all begun and how quickly it ended.

A feeling that we can never get used to, no matter how hard we try, no matter how hard we cry, but yet….comfort there is, though ironic, it is this same death that will unite us with those that died before us.

Kwame, from us all, here is a gold coin, buy a cup of water from the boatman, drink and comfort thy spirit for surely we shall meet again in the land where darkness is not known, where death shall loose it sting where sorrow shall be a thing of the past.

Until then, remember that you are loved, you are remembered and you are mourned.
Until then, Kwame Owusu Ansah, Rest in Peace in the bosom of thy maker.