ROBERT COPP

Dear Jackie, Catherine and Robert,

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 times that once we 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

So when you are...