John Njoroge Ngotho
It is with deep sorrow and grief that we announce the demise of John Njoroge Ngotho which occurred on 17th February 2017.
Son of the late Simon Njoroge and Mary Nyambura. Husband of Serah Wambui. Father of Rosemary Nyambura, Lilian Wanjiru, Sarah Njoki, Simon Njoroge, Alice Wairimu, Patriciah Wambui and Ernest Mungai. Father-in-law of George Wainaina, Anthony Muriithi, Esther Wanjiku and Susan Njeri. Grandfather of Felix Waithaka, Ian Munene, Ryan Mungai, Alex Mungai, Sharleen Wanja, Eric Mungai, Allan Mungai and Cayden Njoroge. Brother of Samuel Kabingu, Sarah Njoki Mwangi, Peter Thuo, Elizabeth Wanjiku, Moses Mwaura and the late Francis Ngotho, David Kabata and Joseph Ng’ang’a.
Family and friends are meeting daily for prayers and funeral arrangements at his Karura Kanyungu residence. The cortege leaves Montezuma Monalisa Funeral Home on Friday, 24th February 2017 at 9am for church service at ACK St Mark’s Church, Mukui and hereafter proceed for burial at his home in Karura, Kanyungu.
We loved you but God loved you more. Rest in Peace.
May the Almighty God give you eternal rest. R.I.P my brother…
You don’t hear too much about Fathers In Love, but I must say that mine was one of the best! What made him so special in my eyes, was that he was the father of seven children and each one of them looked up to their Father with respect, love, and admiration. That’s not to say that they didn’t look up to their Mother in the same way, but, there was something different about how they all related to him.
Being the parents of seven children is a tough job no matter how much you love them, but it is even tougher when they start to grow up and bring a whole bunch of other people into the family dynamic.
My father in love, was a simple man and yet he was very intense as well. He was a thinker, an inventor, but above all he was a family man!
I know his life wasn’t an easy one, but, he made sure that his children has what they needed to not only grow up, but to be responsible, hard working, ethical and loving people. He taught his children to help each other and anyone who needed help. He taught them by his example, to work hard, to think and to never give up. These are character traits that all of his children have.
Each one of them works hard, helps others, and is a loving parent to all their children. We have all been touched by his selflessness and admired him for always being there when he was needed. There is no better way to let you know how much I admired him, not just as my Father In Love, but as the grandfather to my children and many of their cousins as well.
I’m sure that he is with us still, as many of his most wonderful traits are now part of what makes up my whole extended family. I see the strengths that he had, passed on to my husband, his brother and sisters.
We miss you Dad
We shall meet again Dad
I don’t think asking God too many questions will make it right…but i just thank him for the days you were with us…RIP Daddy.I know we’ll meet again someday.Sleep well
Fare thee well dad.
Dad, it is well.Remember the Jim Reeves song …was among the 1st tapes you got at home and i really really didn’t like listening to it.But the message is quite clear now.I know you are finally home in Gloryland with the angels.
“This world is not my home,I’m just a-passing through,My treasures are laid up,Somewhere beyond the blue.
The angels beckon me,From heaven’s open door,And i can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
Oh lord, you know,i have no friend like you,if heaven’s not my home, Then Lord what will i do.
The angels beckon me,From heaven’s open door,And i can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
I have a loving mother, just up in Gloryland ,And i don’t expect to stop until i shake her hand.
She’s waiting now for me,In heaven’s open door, And i can’t feel at home, In this world anymore.
Oh lord, you know,i have no friend like you,if heaven’s not my home, Then Lord what will i do.
The angels beckon me,From heaven’s open door,And i can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
Just over in Gloryland, We’ll live eternally, The saints on every hand, Are shouting Victory.
Their songs of sweetest praise,Drift back from heaven’s shore,And i can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
Oh Lord ,you know, I have no friend like you, If heaven’s not my home ,Then Lord what will i do.
The angels beckon me,From heaven’s open door,And i can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
Thank you Heavenly Father for giving us my dad for the duration we had him.We loved him but to the Maker, so shall we all return.
RIP Dad.Till we meet again.Sleep well.
Lilian For sure we shall meet him again
It has been five years and missing you so much. I’ll always be grateful for having had you as my father.
Koma na thayu fafa.