Beth H. Shoell

Niel H, Lynn N. Diane

When I come to the end of the day and the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom filled room, why cry for a soul set free? Remember the love we once shared, miss me but let me go. For this is a journey we all must take and each must go along. It's all a part of the maker's plan, a step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick at heart go to the friend we know and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss me but let me go.