Carolyn June Hess

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 sorrow in doing good deeds, Miss me . . . but let me go. Anonymous. Arrangements under the direction of National Funeral Home, Falls Church, VA.