This memorial website was created in remembrance of our loved one, Mama BRIDGET EVULEOCHA, 76, born on February 15, 1937 and called home to the Lord on December 8, 2013. Mama, you will forever live in our hearts!
Tributes
Leave a tributeHark, she’s gone from ebony skin to spirit—
escaping sore sorrow and suffering—
skipping the setting sun in the eventide.
At noon, she tiptoed straight into the night tide,
unannounced and without even a farewell.
How uncanny, yet glorious the thoughts—
As the curtain was hastily drawn,
Paradise's drums were rolled out in style.
As she yielded to Death’s rude embrace,
its venomous sting and dread dissipated.
The silencing of her peculiar voice
heralded the constancy of a novel, eternal glee.
With zest shall she behold on that day of reckoning,
the death of dreadful death—the last enemy.
Yes, the impudent dominion of death shall be no more!
Yes, we’ll retell Mama’s story with a sigh for years to come
‘cos of the grave void her translation leaves in our hearts.
Our solace is in knowing the last ritual is done—
Alas, her rich, love-stained soul has rid itself of
its mortal frame in exchange for a celestial body.
She’s traded her crippling cross for a crown of glory!
Despite her numbing transition to glory,
we take solace in her upgraded status.
To be counted worthy of heavenly citizenship
is the consolation of the redeemed. Hallelujah!
Many speak lofty words of wisdom but fall short of the same tenets in their daily lives. You lived an exemplary life of service to humanity and family. You were ever so real and forthright. Your ilk is scarce in this realm. Thanks for everything and rest on in glory!
Love forever, Amaka
- Unknown
Mommy dearest, these words written by another completely capture my sentiments on this the 10th anniversary of your call to glory, and the celebration of the feast of Immaculate Conception. Although you are not physically here with me, I still benefit from all the prayers you said on my behalf. I feel them even more now that you don’t have to make a long distance call to God. May your light continue to shine in my live today and always. Love always
Who knew some of us could survive without your physical presence? Be rest assured that you are not out of our minds. We continue to ask WWMD – “What Would Mommy Do?” On this Feast of Immaculate Conception, the heavens rejoice over your presence. Rest on Mommy dearest! We love you!
Love always,
Nne
She wore endurance as a cloak.
Tried ever so sorely and wrongly,
she committed all to the Vindicator.
In her resolute quietness, she spoke volumes.
For her ardent disparagers,
her payback was tireless hours of intercession.
As she stoically embraced undeserved tribulations,
she gained character, wisdom, and tranquility.
Who dares put out the brilliance of a star?
Her sublimity resonates evermore in the
darkest patch of the night.
Though seared with scars,
her stellar virtues are glaring,
illuminating hearts and inspiring minds.
She can’t feign ordinariness,
even if she hides behind her own shadow.
Detached from a frenzied world,
she derived her essence from heavenly fire.
Oh, had they known the fount from whence she drank,
they would not have, in malignity,
ensnared their own souls
in a bid to put out her luminous radiance.
They have murdered sleep through their ignoble gestures.
Behold the star as she abides in the firmaments!
Purified by the trials and tribulations,
she stoically endures and thrives.
The sky may be bespangled with twinkling stars,
but her brilliance stands out in luminary distinction.
With everlasting love and respect from your daughter,
Steph Amaka Uwakweh-Evuleocha.
You would have been 82 years young today. As I look back on the time God gave us with you, I can only express gratitude that you were my mom. We celebrate you today even as we know you Rest officially in the bosom of the Almighty, the Finisher, the Alpha & the Omega! Happy birthday mom!
Love you!
Nne
On this milestone anniversary of your passing,, I chose to participate in a Gala Fundraising event designed to raise funds for children living with cancer in the Russian Federation. It was a good way to stay busy and forget that you are no longer with us. May HIS GRACE continue to be with you until we meet to part no more.
Love you !
Nne
Margaret Nwabuogu and Family. December 10, 2017.
-Susan Wiggs
Four years later mom, it seems like only yesterday we received that life altering call about your call to glory. As the years go by, we are coming to terms with the reality that heaven was missing an angel, and you were deployed. Thanks for the time you spent with us. We miss you loads.
Love always,
Nne
Miss you loads,
Nne
Not a single day goes by that I don’t think of you, miss you, love you, and thank God that I was blessed to be your daughter. I am looking up today and I trust you are looking down with a smile. Because you would have been 79 years old today, I am insisting on smiles and not a single tear because I know you would have preferred it to be so.
Happy birthday mom & love always,
Nne
As the days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, it was hard to picture you away from us. Now the months have turned into years, and alas it has been two years!
I can't remember conversations w/my siblings in which we didn't talk about you as if you were on a trip. That imagery has allowed me to cope, and while I know you are resting in the loving embrace of the LORD, there are days I want to call you on the phone...then I remember.
But your legacy lives on. I can't tell you how often I pray that God will give me half the heart he gave you.
Sleep on mom, till we meet to part no more.
Love always...Nne
On the occasion of what would have been your 78th birthday, we celebrate you for everything you stood for while on this side of eternity. You were one in a billion, and you are daily in my thoughts. I love you dearly and will forever be thankful to God for the gift of you. Continue to rejoice in paradise, Ada-Zion! I miss you...
You would have turned 78 years today! We remember. We are certain however that you are celebrating with the angels in heaven.
Our parish is saying mass for you on your birthday, and as hard as it is to believe you are no more with us, your love abounds and we take comfort in the many memories of you we will carry with us forever. Happy birthday mom!
Love always,
Uche
You would have turned 77 today! We are so convinced the angels are having a fun celebration with you in heaven today that it softens the blow of not calling to sing to you. Nevertheless, I will still sing to you in my heart where you will always be.
Love always,
Uche
ination and endurance, courageous merciful and forgiving.Rest in
perfect peace! We'll miss you dearly. Margaret Nwabuogu& Family.
To Mrs. Bridget Evuleocha + - a Tribute
Our earthly life is ever a lesson on how we handle the experiences that come our way - some good, some not-so-good, some foreseen, some unforeseen - but whatever the fabric of our experiences, it is how we wear the cloak made out of this fabric that defines who we are.
Nda Bridget, Ebony beauty, you wore your cloak of life's mélange of experiences with a quiet, serene grace. You were patient in adversity, and so naturally became a mother to many. And through all the ups and downs of life, you somehow found a strength and a spiritual toughness that steadied you, anchoring you on that Eternal Rock that is equally all our Anchor.
On the Memorial of Our Lady's Immaculate Conception - December 8, an auspicious day, indeed - You passed on to an eternity of joys which no floods nor torrents can wash away, nor can even an earthquake shake off your firm grasp of Divine Love's tender, caressing Hand!
With Mother Mary leading the way through Jesus' merciful Heart, as through and open gate, you've now passed through to Love's abode where there is bliss forever.
Yes, to everything, there is a season! This is your season to return to the Architect of Life. Your earthly pilgrimage is ended. And now, may your patient, cleansed Soul rest in perfect peace!
Professor Rose Ure Mezu née Okeke
Dearest Mummy, if tears could bring you back, I know you’ll still be here with us, but we resign to God’s will and divine order. When all else wavered, you remained a constant presence in our lives. For God and your loved ones, you held back nothing and would have most gladly plucked out your eyes for any of your children. You were a rare beauty with a first-rate mind, yet you wore simplicity and humility like cloaks. Every moment in your presence felt like drinking from the fount of wisdom and knowledge.
Thanks for setting an unmatched standard of excellence in every sphere of life. Time and time again, I saw you share whatever you had with the less privileged even to your own hurt. You were a phenomenal human being; you were ever giving and forgiving even when you had ample reasons to be bitter and vengeful. You made a palpable difference in the lives of so many people. You were one of the most authentic people to ever walk this earth. Through the murky terrain of life, you hurdled life’s hurdles with grace, dignity and resolve. The brilliant light you so diligently lit now burns in our hearts, and in those of our children who will carry on your legacy of uprightness, sacrifice, courage, benevolence, truthfulness and shrewdness.
Even though our hearts are broken at your transition, our consolation/joy is that God called you home when you were certified to be of heavenly quality, like Ure says. I find great solace in knowing that in your latter years, you renounced unscriptural dogmas as you embraced the sincere milk of the Word. By the mercies of God, you put aside the superfluity of naughtiness, and received with meekness the engrafted word which was able to save your soul. God willing, when I cross that pearly gate, yours will be one of the first faces I shall look out for.
Till we meet to part no more, be rest assured that, by the grace of God, we shall take care of one another as you taught us, and strife to enter through the narrow gate as you have done. You were one of the greatest blessings of my life, and I shall deeply miss you! Undoubtedly, you fought the good fight, you finished the race, and you kept the faith. Finally, there is laid up for you the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, promised to give on that day to all who have loved His appearing- 2 Timothy 4:7-8. Hallelujah! Onye obioma, Ada Zion, Agu-nwanyi, M-Kings… Laa n’udo! I Love you forever, Mummy dearest!
A Graceful, Enviable and Angelic woman. .
Hers was brevity in her endurance and perseverance.
Leave a Tribute
Hark, she’s gone from ebony skin to spirit—
escaping sore sorrow and suffering—
skipping the setting sun in the eventide.
At noon, she tiptoed straight into the night tide,
unannounced and without even a farewell.
How uncanny, yet glorious the thoughts—
As the curtain was hastily drawn,
Paradise's drums were rolled out in style.
As she yielded to Death’s rude embrace,
its venomous sting and dread dissipated.
The silencing of her peculiar voice
heralded the constancy of a novel, eternal glee.
With zest shall she behold on that day of reckoning,
the death of dreadful death—the last enemy.
Yes, the impudent dominion of death shall be no more!
Yes, we’ll retell Mama’s story with a sigh for years to come
‘cos of the grave void her translation leaves in our hearts.
Our solace is in knowing the last ritual is done—
Alas, her rich, love-stained soul has rid itself of
its mortal frame in exchange for a celestial body.
She’s traded her crippling cross for a crown of glory!
Despite her numbing transition to glory,
we take solace in her upgraded status.
To be counted worthy of heavenly citizenship
is the consolation of the redeemed. Hallelujah!
Many speak lofty words of wisdom but fall short of the same tenets in their daily lives. You lived an exemplary life of service to humanity and family. You were ever so real and forthright. Your ilk is scarce in this realm. Thanks for everything and rest on in glory!
Love forever, Amaka
Two years later, I couldn't get this episode of mom's ability to be humorous without even trying out of my mind. Mom was visiting on one of her numerous omugwo trips for the arrival of one of her grand children. We were relaxing and enjoying a laid back afternoon full of laughter and bustling activity on the part of the kids. I must have said something to mom after which she said the following:
"Onye ara si onweghi ihe ya g'agwa ndi ji nma agagha ya n'azu da ya chowa isi ya achowa."
Translation:
"The mad man says he has nothing to say to those walking around behind his back with a knife until he starts looking for his head!"
I burst our laughing. I laughed so hard, that I thought I'd crack a rib. I had never heard such an expression. Further still, I couldn't realy imagine how someone without a head would be able to go looking for their head when it goes missing!. That joke mom cracked was the subject of much discussion between us for days to come. I use it liberally now on unsuspecting "victims.'