Elizabeth and Dennis Foran Relation to Deceased: Nurse and Friend 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 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 at hear, go to the friends we know, and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss me, but let me go.
anthony g porretta The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips
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Elizabeth and Dennis Foran Relation to Deceased: Nurse and Friend 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 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 at hear, go to the friends we know, and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss me, but let me go.
anthony g porretta The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips