Today, with a heart full of memories and gratitude, I pay tribute to my beloved husband, a man whose life was a testament to hard work and generosity. Joe Dicanto, as I affectionately called him, was more than a partner; he was the bedrock of our family, the source of strength and love that carried us through all of life's challenges. Our journey together began when I was just 20 years old. We married, and from that moment on, we embarked on a beautiful adventure of building a life together. Robert was a hardworking man who dedicated his life to providing for our family. His commitment to ensuring that we never went a day without food, even in difficult times, was a reflection of his deep love and responsibility for us.
We started our life together in Winneba in the 70s. It was there that we laid the foundation of our dreams and aspirations. As time passed, we moved to Mim in the Ahafo Region, where we continued to build our lives and family. Finally, we settled in Kasoa, where we spent the majority of our lives. Kasoa became our home, a place where we nurtured our eight wonderful children and created countless cherished memories.
Throughout these years, my husband showed he had a heart of gold, always ready to lend a helping hand. He supported my little business wholeheartedly, offering encouragement and assistance whenever I needed it. As a father, he was a loving and dedicated presence in our children's lives. He took pride in watching them grow, guiding them with wisdom and love. His legacy lives on in them, in the values he instilled and the love he showered upon them. He was a father who cared deeply, a man who always put his family first.
Even in the face of illness, my husband remained a pillar of strength. His illness was a difficult time for our family, but he continued to be there for us, providing for us in every way he could until he could no longer. As his wife, I knew it was my turn to be the supportive partner, to care for him as he had cared for us. I prayed fervently for a miracle, hoping that God would heal him. But I also understood that God's plans are beyond our understanding, and I trust that He knows best. My husband's passing has left a void in our hearts that can never be filled. He was a good man, a good husband, and a good father.
Rest in peace, my dear husband. You will be dearly missed, but you will never be forgotten. Your love and legacy will live on in our hearts and in the lives of our children and grandchildren.