When I come to the end of the day and the sun has set for me. I find 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 down low,
Remember the love 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 at heart, go to the friends we know
and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds - - - Miss me, but let me go.
Leila Guy, Secretary and Treasurer
10/08/1958 - 12/06/2007