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
December 6, 1946 - August 20, 1999GARY NIEVES