Alfred Damson Murota

Of a father who was kind.

A father who was loving,

A father who was peaceful,

A father who was mine.

Blessed are the memories of a grandfather

of a grandfather who encouraged us dream

A grandfather who pushed us toward kindness and love

A grandfather so full of wisdom and wonder

Blessed are the memories of an uncle

Of an uncle who fills the quiet with laughter

Of an uncle who can be your guide and your friend

Of an uncle who made sure to cheer you on every step of the way

Blessed are the memories of a friend

Of a friend who was always more than happy to listen

Of a friend who was always there for support through hard times

Of a friend who you could trust with the world

Blessed at the memories of a teacher

Of a teacher who shaped our minds and fostered growth

Of a teacher that showed us how to do the hard things

Of a teacher who inspired us to be something bigger than ourselves

Blessed at the memories of brother

Of a brother who would never hesitate to protect you

Of a brother who was always there

Of a brother who never failed to lead by example

Blessed are the memories of a husband

Of a husband who showed us what it means to love and be love

Of a husband who showed us how to lead

Of a husband who showed us what it means to be Godly

Blessed are the memories of a man who’s heart, world, and story was so full of love and light.