Amanda Marie "Babygirl" Dias

In the hush of eventide, where shadows court the day's last blush, the cosmos paused to lower its gaze, as Amanda Marie Dias-my heart's cherished Babygirl, the maternal Muse, the stilt-walker, Legs-surrendered her breath to the vast and velvet dark at 7:25pm, on the nineteenth of January, in the two-thousand-and-twenty-fifth year of grace, beneath the contemplative canopy of Malden's twilight.

Born to the chorus of spring, when May's verdant fingers unfurl, she first drew breath at 4:35 pm, in the year of nineteen seventy-eight, cradled by the white-linen embrace at Cambridge Memorial Hospital. Her eyes, made of bright emeralds. and beautiful silky soft skin the color of a winters first blanket of snow,

Her legacy, a constellation of love's light: Jonathan Dias Sr., her compass of love and steadfast Polaris truly gave her the confidence of stability and safety; the daughters of her womb, Jaime Lyn and Angelika Starre, sovereigns of her heart; her brave, valiant, protective son, Jonathon Jr.; her loyal Son-in-Law, Edwin Sr & Victor, will help tender blossoms of the first generation of her bloodline and continued growth of healthy cycle of life-Edwin Jr, a grandson of dreams, and Nevayah, a granddaughter woven from the moon's own silver.

These souls, cloaked in the mantle of eternal thanks, bear witness to the seraphic grace that once walked among them. In Amanda's aura was the reflection of God's own countenance. She traversed this terrestrial sphere with the elegance of the night sky, her lessons a liturgy of love's unyielding thread and the steadfast watch of fealty. With the subtle artistry of her spirit, she infused her kin with empathy, loyalty, support, soft cadences, respect's dignified air, the nurturing touch of kindness, and the quiet fortitude of open-handed giving. She taught them to respect and honor themselves and their guardians, celebrate their brethren, and-to rise above earthly grievance-bestow forgiveness with the liberality of the infinite cosmos.

Above all, her life was a sonnet of faith, its quatrains woven with the golden strands of trust, the enduring warp of love, and the steady belief in the footsteps of Jesus Christ, our Redeemer. Her legacy is the eternal dance of life intertwined with faith, a hymn to the divine that will echo through the corridors of time, long after her sojourn in this ephemeral realm.

As the cloak of night claims the firmament and the stars intone their sacred dirge, we stand in silence, bidding adieu to a soul now voyaging across the celestial ocean, where the horizons of time and eternity converge in quiet majesty.

Thus, her spirit, shepherded by the mortal coil, embarks upon the next passage, and we-left in the afterglow of her love and grace-must now paint our tomorrows with the palette of the beautiful memories, family traditions crafting a world imbued with the essence of what she cherished, a happy world forever marked by the indelible, poetic soul of pour Lord and Savior chosen Angel Amanda Marie Dias.