When I have come to the end of the road, And the sun has setfor me, I want no tears in a gloom filled room, Wfy cry for a sou/ setfree. Miss me a little, but not too much, And not withyour head bowed /ow, &member the love that once we shared, Miss me, but let me go. This is ajournry we aff must take, And each must take a/one, It's aff apart ofGod's perfectplan, A step on the road to home. When you're fone!J and sick at heart Go to the friends we know And buryyour sorrows in doing good deeds Miss me, but let me go No one knows p ain except one who has been afflicted by it. No one knows sorrow lest he has been caused to grieve by it. And there is no heart that can bear grievances without the warmness shown it by friends. We wish you to know that our hearts have been made to feel warm by the kindness, condolences, flowers and all such sympathies shown at our time of bereavement. Special thanks to Pastor I