Obituary of Donna Cookie Sibinga

The day you laid me down to sleep you prayed to the Lord; my soul to keep I know you had to send me on my way but you sent me to a new; better; and much brighter day You sent me home; to heaven above where I'm cradled in God's arms; covered with His love I understand what you did; you did out of love and I'll return that love; from my new home above My sickness is gone; and I'm free here to roam I run and play in the meadows; here in my new home We play here by the Bridge; from morning to night there is no rain here; just warm sunlight I know you all miss me; I miss you all too but I'll always be with you; whatever you do Please wipe the tears; from your weeping eyes by remembering the good times; from days gone by When you look out; into the dark of night I'll be that bright star; your guiding light We'll meet again at the Bridge one day when we'll walk in the light; together to stay

- John Quealy