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Miss Me - But Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the rod 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's 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.



In Loving Memory Of

GARY NIEVES

December 6, 1946 - August 20, 1999