[male
vocals] (
Gentle,
echoing
wooden
percussive
strikes) (
Soft,
sustained
synth
pad
fading
in) (
Deep,
steady
breath)
We
remember
you
today,
Matthew.
We
walk
softly
now,
in
the
shadow
of
your
light.
Matthew
Oparaji,
our
father,
our
heart,
The
road
you
walked
was
carved
with
grace
and
love.
You
looked
upon
the
world
and
saw
the
good
in
all,
And
in
return,
the
world
held
you
in
honor.
Your
heart
was
a
sanctuary
where
kindness
lived,
A
quiet
house
where
mercy
found
its
rest.
We
watch
the
sun
set
on
your
empty
chair,
And
feel
the
weight
of
silence
in
the
air.
Your
life
was
a
lesson
written
on
our
souls,
A
story
told
in
quiet,
steady
deeds.
Oh,
Matthew,
our
father,
rest
your
head,
Until
the
day
we
gather
once
again.
You
left
a
garden
of
love
inside
our
hearts,
And
though
we
weep,
we
keep
your
name
in
light.
Your
memory
is
the
wind
that
calls
our
names,
Rest
now
in
peace,
until
we
meet
again.
We
mourn
the
path
you
left
behind
to
walk,
But
pride
rises
like
a
tide
within
our
chests.
You
chose
the
righteous
way
when
roads
were
hard,
You
planted
seeds
of
goodness
in
the
clay.
Your
children,
grandchildren,
they
stand
in
line,
To
trace
the
gentle
lines
of
your
legacy.
Though
the
river
flows
to
distant
shores,
Your
spirit
anchors
us
against
the
dark.
The
emptiness
you
leave
is
vast
and
deep,
But
we
are
filled
with
all
you
gave
away.
Oh,
Matthew,
our
father,
rest
your
head,
Until
the
day
we
gather
once
again.
You
left
a
garden
of
love
inside
our
hearts,
And
though
we
weep,
we
keep
your
name
in
light.
Your
memory
is
the
wind
that
calls
our
names,
Rest
now
in
peace,
until
we
meet
again.
Roselyn,
your
partner,
holds
the
flame,
She
hears
your
whispers
in
the
evening
breeze.
She
keeps
the
hearth
fire
warm
for
all
your
kin,
And
teaches
us
to
speak
your
noble
name.
We
are
not
lost,
though
we
are
standing
still,
We
are
sustained
by
all
you
taught
us
well.
Your
life
was
full,
a
cup
run
over
now,
With
memories
of
laughter
and
of
prayer.
We
do
not
say
goodbye
to
who
you
were,
We
carry
you
within
our
blood
and
breath.
Each
time
we
act
with
kindness
in
your
name,
Each
time
we
choose
the
truth
instead
of
lies,
We
see
your
face
in
every
mirror’
s
glass,
And
hear
your
voice
within
the
morning
song.
Oh,
Matthew,
our
father,
rest
your
head,
Until
the
day
we
gather
once
again.
You
left
a
garden
of
love
inside
our
hearts,
And
though
we
weep,
we
keep
your
name
in
light.
Ụmụ
gị
na-echeta
gị]
Ikechukwu
na-ekwu, “
Nna,
anyị
agaghị
echefu
gị,”
Ngozi
na-echeta
okwu
ọma
gị.
Nneka
na-eburu
ịhụnanya
gị
n’
obi,
Denis
ga-echeta
ndụmọdụ
nna
ya.
Doris
na-asị, “
Nna,
ị
bụ
nnukwu
onyinye,”
Chinedu
ga-echeta
aka
ọma
gị,
Chika
na
Nonye
na-akpọ
aha
gị
n’
obi,
Ụmụ
gị
niile
ga-echekwa
ihe
nketa
ị
hapụrụ.
Your
memory
is
the
wind
that
calls
our
names,
Rest
now
in
peace,
until
we
meet
again.
Rest
in
peace,
Matthew.
Until
we
gather
again. (
Slow,
fading
rhythm
of
a
single
wooden
drum) (
Sound
of
wind
over
distant
plains)
We
will
hold
you,
always.
Rest
now. (
Fade
to
silence)