10 years after carrying on Francois Kojo Gamor after his death, I was also able to host a memorial at our Airport West residence in his honor. Francois, also Emmanuel Gamor, or Uncle Emma or Emma Gamor’s passing deeply impacted my life. Besides the tussle between parents, I literally had to pick between living in the United States and charting a new, unpredictable life in Ghana, hence #MosquitoClaps, I share a bit about what my father’s legacy means to me here, here, and here. Losing a parent continues to be one of the most traumatic experiences of my life. There is no consolation whatsoever, but the gentle reminders “Your father, Emma Gamor, would have been so proud.” Are always heartwarming and help me deal with the forever burden of loss.