My always organized Mother keep all of her important papers in one place...
...in this vintage metal box.
It was in a small safe, with other important items, on the floor of her closet.
In this special (and always mysterious) box, I found birth certificates,
social security cards, my daddy's death certificate...
...and my mom's obituary that she had written for herself.
Tucked inside her Obituary, in her perfect penmanship,
was this poem. I want to share my find with our daughters,
Amy and Emily,
and with our extended family and my mom's friends.
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 we all must take,
And each must go alone.
It's all a 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.
Anonymous
Take care,
~Natalie