BARRY & BABA: A HEARTFELT JOURNEY THROUGH TIME. ⏳

They were married for fifty beautiful years, sharing a love that blossomed into a family with seventeen grandchildren and four great-grandchildren, with more blessings surely to come. My dad left us at 72, and now my mom, at 71, continues her journey with the strength of their memories. 

Their love story was nothing short of extraordinary. My mom always made sure to stand by my dad's side, even when the demands of work tried to pull them apart. Some of my most cherished memories are of my dad coming home early from work to prepare dinner with my mom. 

My dad adored fufu, even though my mom had never tasted it herself. Their kitchen was a sanctuary of love, laughter, and togetherness, as we listen to the “wireless”  play all the highlife music I now enjoy in adulthood, a testament to their unbreakable bond.

As I spent the past few weeks with my mother, holding her hands and comforting her as she navigates through surgeries for her eyesight, I am deeply reminded of my father. He would have undoubtedly dropped everything, leaving his work behind to be with the woman he so deeply cherished. 

His love for her was unwavering, a love expressed through gentle jokes, delicious meals, and the care of traditional medicine. In these tender moments, I see the echoes of their enduring bond, and it fills my heart with both sorrow and profound gratitude for the love they shared.

Descansa en paz, Papá. 

~Freeman.