Rosita Wesley

When I come to the end of the day When i come to the end of the day 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 we once shared- Miss me, but let me go. For this is a jurney we all must take And each must go alone. It’s all a part of the Maker’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. To order memorial trees or send flowers to the family in memory of Rosita Wesley, please visit our flower store.