By Nii B. Andrews (OAA 1974)
Perhaps, I should have stayed that entire Saturday afternoon – at the summit of McCarthy Hill- and not left when I did.
After all there was still plenty of the delectable South African Shiraz with its dark red bouquet of peaches, berries and hints of cinnamon that you had so graciously provided.
And we still had some loose ends to tidy up with respect to traditional jazz, contemporary African art, the craft, wolf cubs, Achimota, the finer points of neurological diagnosis….and Islay single malts.
Fifty two years is a long time.
But alas, my Brother!
A sympathetic tear is all that I can now share.
Everything else has been so hard to bear.
The ancient simple truths we shared will keep us safe; the brotherhood of man under the fatherhood of God and the immortality of the soul.
May the Eternal Architect- the Lord of the Worlds and Master of the Day of Judgement grant your gentle soul favor at His Throne of Grace.
Dear Lord, have mercy on ALL OF US.