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 that is 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 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.

Author Unknown

No eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man conceived, what God has prepared for those who love Him.

Author Unknown