BRENDA DALE CROTZER
OCTOBER 26, 1961 - AUGUST 22, 1999

When I came 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 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.