When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in 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 we once shared.
Miss me but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take and each must go alone.
It’s all a part of Master’s plan,
a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart, go to the friends we know,
and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me -but let me go.
Gwen will be sadly missed by her children Jae, Patricia, and Bonnie.
A private family interment will be held at a later date.