In Loving Memory of My Mother, Florence Echemunor A.
Sunset: August 4th, 1998

It’s been years, yet it feels like yesterday.
The echo of your voice still lingers in the quiet places of my soul.
Your laughter was a melody I never wanted to forget.
Your arms—my first shelter.
Your prayers—my constant covering.

You were more than a mother.
You were grace wrapped in gentleness,
Strength dressed in humility,
Love poured out with no reserve.

Florence Echemunor A.—
Your name is engraved in the deepest chambers of my heart.
You lived with quiet dignity,
Giving, serving, sacrificing—
Often unnoticed by the world, but never by me.

I still remember how your hands worked tirelessly
To make a house feel like home,
And how your eyes sparkled
When you saw me smile, or rise again after falling.

Your absence carved a space nothing else can fill.
Yet in that space,
I’ve found your legacy,
Your lessons,
And your unshakable love.

Today—August 4th—
I light a candle in my heart for you.
Not as a sign of sorrow alone,
But as a celebration of all you were:
A mother. A nurturer. A jewel. A light.
My forever Florence.

Though time moves on,
My love for you remains untouched,
Like a sacred altar of memory and gratitude.

Sleep well, dearest mother.
Your love outlived your breath.
And I will carry you
In every tomorrow I walk into.

Forever your child,
Cyril Agary