A Tribute

A Dedication in Loving Memory

Mary Joan Wanyama (1946–1997)
Lawrence Pierre Wanyama (1945–2000)

So many shadows come to mind when I think of you.
Years have passed, yet your memory stays bright. If I could turn back time and hear your voices again, i would tell you that you are still my best friends. That no one could ever take your place, and that you were the best parents I could ever ask for. Without you, life has never felt the same.

Each time you think of me, know I miss you deeply.
If tears could build stairs and memories form a lane, i would walk to heaven and bring you home. My heart still aches, and tears still flow, as though you left only yesterday. What it meant to lose you, no one can truly know.

What happened to the days when I was a child, wrapped in your love and protected by your care. What happened to the times when I looked to you for everything?
No matter the challenge, you made my gray skies blue.
Now, who do I turn to when life makes no sense?
Who will hold my hand when the pieces won’t fit?

Though our family was big, you made each of us feel special.
You gave so much and made us feel blessed. I always hoped to repay your love, but you left too soon.
Now I honor you by supporting the causes you cherished.

You taught me lessons that shaped my life,
Taking me to places, introducing me to people,
And helping me achieve more than I imagined.
Yet what fills me most with pride, Is simply being your child.

I meet people who still cry for you, whose lives you touched so deeply. They remember how you welcomed them, fed them, and shared your time. It feels like they share our loss. As if you are only away for a while and will return home.

You left us with tears, sweet memories, and a life brief but beautifully lived.

To God, I pray, Please give my love to my parents.

Rest in eternal peace.