Today the candles remain unlit, Yet their flame dances in memory's hall, Jabari, your echo in laughter's wit, Celebrates with us in a silent ball. The years have stitched a quilt of time, Threads of joy and sighs entwine. Forty-nine years, your unwritten rhyme, Is sung by those you left behind. In each heart, your presence stays, A gentle touch upon the glass— Today we raise a silent praise, To the love and light you formed and passed.