Dick C. Billerbeck

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’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.