Where do I start from? From the first time I met you in the physiology class and subsequent engagements as the class president at the time, I started to learn something that would later impact my life positively. It was clear one needed a deeper appreciation of physiologic concepts to be able to pass your class assessments very well.
I had the pleasure of working in your team ( Team C) first, as a house officer before rising through the ranks of residency. I remember how you paid attention to details but in a simplistic way as to make everyone around you very comfortable even when one was in the wrong. I remember how you could recall every important detail about a patient you saw on rounds and how hard I tried to hide my admiration of same. I remember how you used to tell us it wasn’t magic and that if we duly and intently take good history and examine our patients well, we could even become better. I remember how you always made time to take team C out regardless of your extremely busy schedule, a platform that allowed us to talk about life in its entirety.
I remember and wondered how you could keep pace with your practice given the numerous other engagements you had both locally and internationally. I remember how you always talk about patience as a virtue; your usual phraseology ‘Lambert abotr3’ (literally means patience Lambert).
I remember even during those busy Tuesday afternoon hypertension clinics, you always ‘organized’ some fried yam/hot pepper/corned beef for lunch. It was a real energizer.
I remember how you practically wanted everyone close to you to learn how to play golf. I am still nurturing the thought though.
I remember how very happy you were when you told me I had passed my membership exams and that I had made you very proud, I remember those father – son moments , I also remember those mentor-mentee moments when we talked about the next steps after Fellowship. I remember the near miss on your way to Obuasi and your comments afterwards.
I remember when you called to enquire about my father-in-law’s demise at the beginning of the year. Little did I know you were preparing me to be able to handle this huge void that your absence has created. I remember how I felt upon hearing the news of your passing then it dawned on me and while I was struggling to collect myself and regroup, I remembered that we never had time to say goodbye. I have missed a rare opportunity to properly say goodbye my dear Prof, however, I am comforted by the many other lives you touched and above all may you rest in the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ until we meet again. Rest in perfect peace Prof!
John 11:25 says Jesus is the resurrection and the life; he that believes in me though he were dead, yet shall he live!