To my family, When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little — but not too long And not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared. Miss me — but let me go. For this is a journey that we all must take And each must go alone. It’s all a part of the Master plan, A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart, Go to the friends we know And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss me — but let me go — Susan A. Jackson In loving memory Bambi
Category: Memorials
