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.