— By Constance Jenkins
Weep not for me though I am gone; into that gentle night. Grieve if you will but not for long, upon my soul’s sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul’s at rest. There is no need for tears. For with your love I was blessed; for all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not, The fear now all is gone. Put now these things out of your thoughts. In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath; remember not the strife. Please do not dwell upon my death, but celebrate my life.
From inspire21.com/weepnotforme/
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