Mother Sybil Veronica Lyseight

Sybil Veronica Lyseight was a very special gift, born to Mabel Donegan and David Grant on December 25, 1935, at the Victoria Jubilee Hospital in Kingston, Jamaica.

She grew up in Allman Town, Kingston, where in her formative years she attended the Mico Practicing School and St. Martin's High School. St. Matthew's Anglican Church was her home church from youth to adult. 

At the age of 13, her mother returned to her hometown in Manchioneal, Portland, while Sybil remained in Kingston to complete her education. After high school she joined her mother in Portland, then years later returned to Kingston where she shared a home with a cousin, and worked in the exciting downtown area. Through her cousin, she met and later married Abraham Lyseight. Together they shared twelve children: Lorna, Maxine, Yvonne, Neil, Mikey, Mike, Tony, Novelette, Marcia, Andrea, Valerie, and Lisa.

In 1971, the family re-located to Ensom City, Spanish Town. Her church membership was transferred to St. James Cathedral where she became a very active member of the Mother's Union.

Sybil was by profession a seamstress, and so touched many person over the years.

She lost her Bram in March of 2013, and in 2014 Sybil started yet a new chapter, re-locating once again, this time to the United States of America to be with her children, and became a member at the Rugby Deliverance Tabernacle in Brooklyn, New York, again forming new and treasured friendships.

Sybil was pre-deceased by two of her children: Neil and Maxine. In 2018 she was diagnosed with breast cancer, and although she fought a good fight, on December 28, 2020 was called home to be with her Lord.

She leaves ten children, sons-in-law, daughter-in-law, thirty grandchildren, twenty great grandchildren, and many other family and friends.

We miss her greatly, she meant so much to us all.

I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course,

I have kept the faith: Henceforth there is laid up for me

a crown of righteousness

Your Spirit

I know that no matter what
You will always be with me.
When life separates us
I’ll know it is only your soul
Saying goodbye to your body
But your spirit will be with me always.
When I see a bird chirping on a nearby branch
I will know it is you singing to me.
When a butterfly brushes gently by me so care freely
I will know it is you assuring me you are free from pain.
When the gentle fragrance of a flower catches my attention
I will know it is you reminding me
To appreciate the simple things in life.
When the sun shining through my window awakens me
I will feel the warmth of your love.
When I hear the rain pitter patter against my window sill
I will hear your words of wisdom
And will remember what you taught me so well’
That without rain trees cannot grow
Without rain flowers cannot bloom
Without life’s challenges I cannot grow strong.
When I look out to the sea
I will think of your endless love for your family.
When I think of mountains, their majesty and magnificence
I will think of your courage for your country.
No matter where I am
Your spirit will be beside me
For I know that no matter what
You will always be with me.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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