Let the memory of Irene be with us forever
  • 45 years old
  • Born on July 21, 1965 .
  • Passed away on December 14, 2010 .
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Irene Nyathi 45 years old , born on July 21, 1965 and passed away on December 14, 2010. We will remember her forever.
Posted by Grace Mae Taruvinga on 14th December 2014
This is one of the most painful days in my life. The memory of you passing is etched on my mind, I remember your saturation dropping, the nurses frantic as I prayed silently, watching you going.... I hurt that you are not here with me...My sister my friend..I miss your gentle quietness, your considerate selflessness, I miss you.. My sister, My friend...I know you went straight to glory, that's the only consolation I have,.. I know you are totally healed now, that's the comfort I have.... May you rejoice in the comfort of our savior the one you trusted and gave your life to,, I know we shall meet in his courts....
Posted by Grace Mae Taruvinga on 21st July 2014
Irene my sister, my friend. I miss you so very much. I treasure the memories, cherish and miss the love and ministry you so freely gave. You were such a giving person. I cling on to the promise of a resurrection, be cause we must reunite..till then I will continue missing you, occasionally when I am overwhelmed I will cry....happy birthday my sister....
Posted by Grace Mae Taruvinga on 21st July 2013
My sister, my friend, my keeper. I am persuaded to know that YOU LIVE! So here is to a great birthday. May you be ravished and pleasured in our Father's presence. I love you yet the more, miss you terribly...Happy Happy Birthday to a sister so dear!!!
Posted by Grace Mae Taruvinga on 9th April 2013
My sister, my friend, my keeper, my mentor and my teacher. You taught me how to love, your gentle and quiet spirit taught me longsuffering and Patience. I miss your love, your kindness your quiet presence. I miss you. I will forever love you and without you I am bereft, and deprived. I was robbed that day I watched you breathe your last. You are greatly missed. How I wish I could rewind.
Posted by Grace Mae Taruvinga on 9th April 2013
Irene those who loose husbands are called widow, those who loose wives are called widowers, those who loose parents are called orphans. There may be no name for those who loose sisters but the pain is just as real. I miss you girl.

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