To the family, Very sorry for your loss! May you find comfort in knowing that there is a wonderful hope for the future. Revealtion 21:4 says “...he will wipe out every tear from their eyes and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore...” soon God will bring these changes about to the earth. And what a wonderful time that will be - to live on the earth with no suffering or death! God gives us this promise because he cares for mankind, he wants what is best for us! There is many more promises for the future in the Bible. Again I’m very sorry for your loss. - JW.org

Mary left a poem to be read at her funeral; we will never forget her. 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 for long And not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that once we shared; Miss me, but let me go. For this is a 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. Laugh at all the things we used to do; Miss me, but let me go.

Warning by Jenny Joseph When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick flowers in other people’s gardens And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practise a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.