There are angels that come down and amongst us.
They live, they love and then they leave.
But when they are gone, their memories live on.
Passed from mouth to mouth, as the tale of 'a brother who', 'a son who'; 'a friend who'.
An angel has left us.
But though the tears are shed now,
His words, his warmth, his love and his heart,
Would one day bring only smiles and laughter.
He fought a brave fight, and now his work here is done.
So we bid you adieu.
Rest well dear son, brother and friend;
Our gentle passing angel.
In memory of Paul Uche (1991-2014), because his gentle smile remains clear in my memory. Whenever he crossed my mind, I asked God to take away his pain, and in His own way, He did.
I pray He also comforts those left on this side, and fill the void now present.
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