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Published on 2024-03-18 01:52:00
Life is often described as a journey, with individuals passing through as strangers. While tomorrow is not guaranteed, living a fulfilling life is promised to those who walk on the right path. The news of my mother’s passing on March 12, 2024, hit me hard, as she had just been with us for the Christmas holidays, catching us all off guard.
Born Suetta Kpoyour, she later took on the name Suetta Davies, affectionately known as SB by her closest friends. A true believer in God, she stood unwavering in her faith until the very end. Despite being diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer, a condition she refused to acknowledge, she remained steadfast in her belief that God held the ultimate power over her life.
Throughout her battle with cancer, my mother underwent chemotherapy treatments, despite her initial reluctance to accept the diagnosis. Chemotherapy, originally developed by Paul Ehrlich in the 20th century, was a grueling process that offered a 50-50 chance of survival. Miraculously, my mother survived the first treatment and continued to reach out and help others in her community.
Living in San Antonio, Texas for over 20 years, she opened her home to people from various backgrounds, including Nigerians, Ghanaians, East Africans, Hispanics, and more. Her generosity knew no bounds, as she offered assistance to anyone in need, earning her the title of San Antonio’s unknown Ambassador.
Even in her final days, my mother remained selfless, always putting others before herself. She had a knack for helping those in need, often sending me lists of people to support financially. Despite challenges within our extended family, she never hesitated to defend me and my actions, always standing up for what she believed was right.
During her last visit in December, she requested specific African dishes which she then prepared for us all to enjoy. Her love for cooking was only surpassed by her love for caring for others, exemplifying her selfless nature. She was a mother, a friend, a reconciler, and a counselor to many, leaving behind a void that will be deeply felt.
Reflecting on our time together, I recall moments of her strength, resilience, and unwavering love. From baking cakes on a Saturday afternoon to standing up for me in times of need, her presence was a guiding light in my life. She may be gone, but her memory lives on in the hearts of those she touched.
In memory of my mother, Suetta Davies, I bid her a peaceful rest. May her spirit continue to inspire us to live selflessly, love fiercely, and cherish every moment we have with those we hold dear. Life is indeed a journey, but it is the love we give and receive along the way that truly defines our legacy. Rest in Peace, Mama.
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