That fateful day, February 1, 1988
An angel left our midst,
A day full of confusion and saddness,
Not a day for dancing and mirth.
The sun darkened,
The wind blew cold,
The spirit of an angel left her mortal coil
And became a legend for the ages.
Let us not weep or shed tears for long,
For her candle still burns on.
Her work, her memory, and her smile carries on.
Death be not the victor, for she lives in us all.
Every time we think of her, we smile and remember.
But let us remember her that special day in December.
Now upon wings of gold she lives eternally, no more pain or saddness in her.
Our sister, our daughter, our angel dear,
Let us know she will always be near.
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