A poem, found by Jane by an unknown author that she wished read at her funeral......
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 too 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 make,
And each must do it alone,
It's all part of the Master's plan,
A step on the road to home.
So when you are lonely and sad at heart,
Go to the friends we know,
Bury your sorrows in doing your deeds,
Miss me, but let me go.