1936
2019
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 heart, go to friends we know,
and bury your sorrow in deeds. Miss me but let me go.
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Christina Giurintano
January 8, 2025
Toni & Family, so sorry to hear of Franks passing. I was looking for your number this morning to see if the fires were affecting you guys & I came across this. Sorry I haven't reached out since my Dad passed away. Dad loved Frank & vice versa they were brothers in every sense of the word. I know they are together now enjoying heaven together until we all meet again
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