This poem was found in my Great-Grandma Pearl’s papers…

To those I love, when I die,

Please don’t cry for me, for
I am in a better place.
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 is all part of the master 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 sorrow in doing good deeds.
Miss me but let me go. I am
just where I want to be, I have
no more sorrows… no more pain…
just sunshine… no more rain.
Miss me but let me go.

by Barbara Alvarado