Today during the funeral for a family member, the rabbi read a poem entitled, 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?

It was at this point, my mother whispered to me,  “I want tears. Lots and lots of tears.”

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

“Yeah, don’t let me go. I want you to miss me for a long time,” she continued.

For this is a journey that 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

“You know what, don’t even read this poem at my funeral,” was all she said.