Miss me, but let me go.

[Ed Cesnalis]

When I come to the end of my 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 and 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 part of life's plan,

A step on the road to home.

 

When you are lonely and sick at heart,

Go to the family and friends we know,

And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,

Miss me, but let me go.

[Tip]

Roger, I'm so sorry for your loss. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.

[paul m]

Roger, my condolences on your mother's passing. Thank you for reminding all of us who still can to give an extra special hug on Sunday. There is nothing quite like the bond between a mother and child.

 

Paul

[Duane Jefts]

Roger - Sorry for your loss. My folks were married 70 plus years and I lost both of them in a four month span 2 years ago. Not a day goes by but what I think of them and their influence on myself and others.

[Sonoma Flight Center]

Roger, Thank-you for those kind thoughts for Mothers Day. I'll be giving my mom some extra hugs and thinking about you and your Mom. Thank-you for being there for me. Gig hug goes out to you and your family! Ron

[Sonoma Flight Center]

Big Hug that is

[Rich]

Roger,

 

I'm sorry for your loss. Being a newbie, I was not aware she was ill.

 

My Mom is 93 and thank God she is still sound in body, mind and spirit. I'm happy that I can still make her laugh, and do tell her every night that I love her.

Dad passed 2 years ago this July. He was 94, but ill for almost three years. Every day I think about him and remember some little this or that that we shared together.

 

He still makes me smile.

 

Rich

[coppercity]

Sorry for your loss Roger, and thank you for the reminder to cherish the moments with our families and friends.

[Adam]

Roger, Alicia and I send our condolences, thoughts and prayers... The hardest part about getting old ourselves is the inevitable passing of our parents; the passing of the torch from one generation to another. I still look out the eyes of a 20 year old, trouble is, when I look in the mirror its a 48 year old who is now looking back at me. No matter how you slice it, losing our loved ones just plain sucks.