May God bless you and your...
Mom would have liked this to be done. Miss me-but let me go. 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 a journey we 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 of heart, Go to...
Donna Klement
February 16, 2010 | Hamlet, IN


