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 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 things, Miss me, but let me go.
A celebration of the life of Patricia Rose Cook (nee Solly) 12th November 1941 to 12th July 2005.
A loving wife to Bill, a loving mother, grandmother, sister and aunt.
Love always from a family who will never forget.
Theresa, Nicola, Glenn and families xxx
