In 1967, my father wanted me to finish my education in England, but he wanted me to live with a God fearing family. Megan and Jack Oliver welcomed me into their home and I became part of the family in every way. Even after finishing school to pursue my career, it was still very much home for weekend getaways and whatever else. A few years later after I had gone back home, my sister was also welcomed here for a few years. My brother who was also living near by also would pay a weekend visit from time to time. Megan fondly referred to me as "My African daughter."
I have many, many lovely memories of my time with Megan and family. Mostly wonderful, a few disciplinary, as needed. All this went towards moulding me into what and who I am today.
Megan was not one to sit still for any length of time. She was always darting from one thing to another!! Whatever Megan did, she dedicated her energy and attention to. I learnt a lot spending time with her and watching her at work.
Some years later after I left to go back to Ghana, Megan and I wrote to each other a few times a year. However these communications dwindled to once a year at Christmas time. We exchanged detailed newsy letters to cover the whole year. In between, I would fly over to England for a visit, incorporating my school year Reunion get-togethers.
In December 2018, I did not get my usual newsy letter from Megan nor did it arrive late. I was able to contact Chris and Betty in December of 2019, who got me back to Pat whose email I had lost.
Eventually come mid January 2020, I phoned Megan. It was a lovely reunion. We spoke for almost an hour. I was amazed that at 104 years, she sounded as strong as ever. The energy was in her voice and she still had her good sense of humour.
I promised Megan I would fly over from the States where I now reside. She said to me, " Don't be too long, I might not have long to go."
Alas COVID came with lockdowns and I was unable to keep my promise.
Megan, Rest in Perfect Peace. We will miss you very much but the good memories will live on with us.
Your African daughter
Freda