Drawing 302 ~  of the copper jug that is filled with rich earth from our former family homestead, that our father tilled over the decades, and raised our loving family.              
       Today we buried our Papa in the Willow Bank Cemetery.  Each person near and dear in his life “took up a handful of earth to place upon his grave with the intention that by laying this earth closest to him, his Spirit will be surrounded forever more with all the love, happiness, and wonderment he felt there as a father, a husband, a grandfather.” ( words written by Janet Hartel)
       Below is the poem that was read as we let him go.

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 gloom-filled rooms,
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 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 Master’s plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go to the friends we know,
And busy your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me – but let me go.
Betty Miller