Miss Me - But Let Me Go

This past week a dear sister in my ward passed away.

I've known her since 1970. That's a long time.

She was 90 years old when she died, and when I went to

visit her in the care center 3 weeks ago, she still

knew me. Knew my name. Knew ME.

She was still as sharp as a tack-mentally.

Physically, she wasn't quite as well off.

Her legs quit working for her.

Her 91 year old husband (who also called me

by name the day of the funeral and asked about

my kids and mom- amazing)

He couldn't take care of her at their home anymore.

He was heartbroken, but grateful she wasn't

now held down by earthly pains.

On the back of the program for her

services was the most beautiful poem.

It was written by her daughter

who has lived next door to her parents for years.

This daughter has suffered for years

from ill health too, to the point of almost being bed ridden,

but has never complained.

The daughters husband was the principal at PGJHS

a few years ago and past bishop of our ward.

A great family.

This poem touched me-

to know the circumstances behind the poem

makes me love it all the more.

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 that we all must take

And each must go alone

It is 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

In Loving Memory

Maxine Robinson Fugal

1920-2010