Sista ! I always called you for you were one great junior sister to me.
Little did we know that morning that God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearlyin death we do the same.
No farewell words were spokenno time to say goodbye you were gone before we knew itand only God knows way.
Mei you find comfort in the arms of an angel.
The memory of a good person is a blessing.
Proverb 10:7 Close