Donna Dances Now

My sister, Donna Abel, was and is an angel. Our lives were so crazy sometimes that we used to laugh and say that we had "wild angels" watching over us... love and miss her always. The poem below was written in loving memory of my sister, Donna Gail Meadows Abel (November 26, 1961 - February 15, 2010)

Donna is the little blond haired girl in the right corner of this picture...

Donna, the "Queen of the Ruther Glen, VA, U.S. Post Office".

Donna Dances Now

by Diana Stinson 

Donna learned how to dance,
She had to use her only chance…
So she made the best of it,
Kept going, never, ever quit.
As she made everyone’s life a little better,
With a smile so big, a love so strong, no one will ever forget her.
Now love lives on, long after life ends, an eternal legacy of forever friends…
So never let anyone or anything slip thru your fingers.
Let the music lead you to the singers…
Donna dances now, somewhere on a cloud, as she is looking down, she keeps telling me…
Keep up the good work, go be a doer.
Just give it all you’ve got, you are a follow thru-er.
Stand up to the liars, the nay say-ers and the aliby-ers…
You know somebody has to.
Never regret the heart ache and the pain,
One day you’ll earn a silver lined cloud in your name,
While you are still living, keep loving, keep giving,
There will always be more work to do.
Follow through with whatever God asks of you.
Now looking back I know…
She did the best she could,
Taught children to be good,
Enjoyed living, and the little things,
Stayed surprised at what life brings…
Her voice echoes the words, “always do the best you can,
Some things you’ll never understand, know
God will always be there for you – as long as you love, and give the way you’re supposed to.”
So we are rewarded by the smiling faces,
In the most unusual places.
Donna dances now, somewhere on a cloud, as she is looking down, she keeps telling me…