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 is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all part of the Master's plan
A step on the road to home
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
Miss me but let me go.
Mom, met with Father Joe at St. John’s, who assured me that you are at peace and all that ailed you no longer does; your memory is crystal clear, your walker is put away and your diabetes is no more. May today and every day from here on out be St. Patty’s Day, May you be with Aunt Betty, “Patty” and Grammy as you so wished for in your last days with us, the Clancy Brothers playing non stop and your Irish soda bread in the oven, maybe some eggplant Parm and Christmas cookies as well. Look down over your grandsons, protect and guide them as they travel the road ahead of them, assure them that all is okay and that your love for them is still with them though you are no longer here with us. They will miss Saturday nights with Grandma Eileen and Chinese takeout . I miss you dearly.