The
last several weeks have been exceptionally difficult for me and my family. I
received a phone call the evening of April 6, 2019 which started a series of
events that will never be forgotten. My son-in-law called to inform me of the
death of my 28-year-old daughter, Anna.
It
was a blessing that our Director of Lay Mission-Helpers Association, Janice
England, was in Ghana visiting SAGISS, the High School at which my fellow
missionary, Diane Yonga and I serve. Diane and Janice were of great support.
Janice immediately started to schedule my travels back to Pennsylvania, while
Diane’s arms were there to hold me as the tears flew.
Support
from the entire Diocese of Damango was immeasurable. The very morning after the
call, Bishop Peter Paul, and Head Mistress Pauline arrived at my home.
Condolences were given and the rosary, one of the most cherished prayers of the
Catholic Church, was recited. Later teachers arrived to give their condolences
and sit with me in silence. The girls at SAGISS seemed a bit uncomfortable in
showing their feelings, not knowing how to act, but those whom I associated
with on a more personal level were very supportive. I felt the love of the
entire school around me.
The
first two weeks back in the United States was a blur. My sister, Barbara
Spencer, stepped in even before my plane landed in Pittsburgh and started
arrangements for the Memorial Service. The Mass, celebrated by Father John
Sedlak at St. Florian Church, United, PA, was beautiful. My sister read letters
from her two daughters, Anna’s cousins with whom she spent her entire
childhood. The eulogy was given by me. I felt it important that those attending
hear what a beautiful, creative, intelligent and talented woman my daughter had
become. I also felt it important that everyone know how hard Anna fought, but lost,
her battle with mental illness, a disease that can affect anyone, no matter how
smart, talented or beautiful they may be. Anna’s suffering was unbearable,
therefore I asked the congregation to pray with me that Anna be comforted in
Mary’s arms while she waits to meet or Lord and savior, Jesus Christ.
Many
ask of me “Now what? Are you going back to Africa?” My response is a definite “Yes,
I am going home.” In a few short months, St. Anne’s Girls High School in
Damango, Ghana, has become my home. I miss the girls. I miss them running after
me as I leave my office for the day asking to carry my purse and computer case.
I miss attending Mass with them every Tuesday and Friday morning, watching as
they sway, clap and sing to the beat of the drums. I miss the goats and pigs
walking with me every morning as I trek to the office. I miss going to town and
having the children run up to shake my hand, and the young boys wanting to
carry my bags, never accepting the coins I try to give them for their
assistance. I miss the smiles from the vendors when I buy their bread, apples,
onions or garlic.
This
Sunday, May 12, 2019, Mother’s Day, I leave for my trip back to St. Anne’s in
Damango, Ghana, Africa. I can’t wait to
be HOME!
