| Location | Cape-coast, Ghana |
| Age | 19 years |
| Cause of Death | Diabetes |
| Date of Birth | 03/05/1990 |
| Date of Death | 16/05/2009 |
| Visitors | 533 since 10/06/2009 |
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Elizabeth Mefoah Hazel was born on 3 May 1990. She was educated at Wesley Girls' High School, Cape-Coast, Ghana. She died suddenly after a short illness without saying good-bye. She is missed by all her friends and family.
Mefoah's sudden death invoked so much pain, so much anger, so much suffering.
Farewell, Mefoah, may your soul rest in perfect peace
My Dear ONE.
Words can't explain how am feeling right now.. Elizabeth Mefoah Baaba Hazel, I really miss you especially when i see your siblings without your presence, when i even pass by and see your gate. But i know for sure that you are resting in Peace with your maker and I hope to see you one day (Even in a dream). I would have loved to see you once more. RIP my Dear Girl Friend.
missing you
We act like all is well and we try to move on with our lives, but deep down in everybody's heart you are truly missed..
Nobody want's to talk about it because doing so brings back all the pain and sorrow. But in everybody's eyes, i see the remains of the joyful fire that is you.
Know that you are still loved and dearly missed, no matter how long you are gone, your memory will forever live on.
I'm Still Here
Friend, please don't mourn for me
I'm still here, though you don't see.
I'm right by your side each night and day
And within your heart I long to stay.
My body is gone but I'm always near.
I'm everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I'll never depart
As long as you keep me alive in your heart.
I'll never wander out of your sight-
I'm the brightest star on a summer night.
I'll never be beyond your reach-
I'm the warm moist sand when you're at the beach.
I'm the colourful leaves when Autumn's around
And the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond,
The clear cool water in a quiet pond.
I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring,
The first warm raindrop that April will bring.
I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
And you'll see that the face in the moon is mine.
When you start thinking there's no one to love you,
You can talk to me through the Lord above you.
I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
And you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.
I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep
And the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
I'm the smile you see on a baby's face.
Just look for me, friend, I'm every place!
Author Unknown
A YEAR ON
We've missed you dear Liz. since you left to your maker,
We've asked of the Lord, "why did you have to take her?"
We're missing your smiles, your joy and your laughter,
We've had to close the book without the happily ever after.
There's so much we want to say to you,
And to get the opportunity would be a dream come true.
But we call your name and you're not there to answer,
We turn on the music, but we can't find our favourite dancer.
We comfort each other and try not to mourn,
But that doesn't change the fact that our dear one is gone.
You are gone from our sight forever, yes thats true,
But one person will always be in our hearts and minds and that is YOU!!
Poem of Life
Life is but a stopping place,
A pause in what's to be,
A resting place along the road,
to sweet eternity.
We all have different journeys,
Different paths along the way,
We all were meant to learn some things,
but never meant to stay...
Our destination is a place,
Far greater than we know.
For some the journey's quicker,
For some the journey's slow.
And when the journey finally ends,
We'll claim a great reward,
And find an everlasting peace,
Together with the lord
Author unknown
Asleep
Asleep.
As far from pity as complaint,
As cool to speech as stone,
As numb to revelation
As if my trade were bone.
As far from time as history,
As near yourself to-day
As children to the rainbow's scarf,
Or sunset's yellow play
To eyelids in the sepulchre.
How still the dancer lies,
While color's revelations break,
And blaze the butterflies!
Emily Dickinson,
(1830 – 1886
I measure every grief
I measure every grief I meet
With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size.
I wonder if they bore it long,
Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine,
It feels so old a pain.
I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.
I wonder if when years have piled--
Some thousands--on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause;
Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.
The grieved are many, I am told;
The reason deeper lies,--
Death is but one and comes but once
And only nails the eyes.
There's grief of want, and grief of cold,--
A sort they call 'despair,'
There's banishment from native eyes,
In sight of native air.
And though I may not guess the kind
Correctly yet to me
A piercing comfort it affords
In passing Calvary,
To note the fashions of the cross
Of those that stand alone
Still fascinated to presume
That some are like my own.
Emily Dickinson
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)
Mary Elizabeth Frye
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