Vincent F. Lepore

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, but not too long and not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that was once we shared. Miss me but let me go. For this is a journey we all must take and each must go alone.Its all a part of the masters plan,a step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart go to the friends we know. Bear your sorrow in good deeds. Miss me but let...

John, I'm sorry to hear of the passing of your Brother. My prayers are with you and your family during this time. Your friend from way back,, Jim Abramo