Karen J. Guenther, died Saturday 1995 at her home.
She enjoyed music and traveling.
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 to long and not with heads 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's all a part of the Masters plan, a step on the road home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart go to friends we know and bury your sorrow in doing good deeds.
Miss Me- But Let Me Go.
She enjoyed music and traveling.
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 to long and not with heads 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's all a part of the Masters plan, a step on the road home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart go to friends we know and bury your sorrow in doing good deeds.
Miss Me- But Let Me Go.
Karen J. Guenther, died Saturday 1995 at her home.
She enjoyed music and traveling.
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 to long and not with heads 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's all a part of the Masters plan, a step on the road home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart go to friends we know and bury your sorrow in doing good deeds.
Miss Me- But Let Me Go.
She enjoyed music and traveling.
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 to long and not with heads 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's all a part of the Masters plan, a step on the road home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart go to friends we know and bury your sorrow in doing good deeds.
Miss Me- But Let Me Go.
