Catwalker

It has been a couple of weeks of tears and disbelief, dad has been going through mom's stuff, this morning Penny and I started going through her studio, lots of pain there, on her desk I found a newspaper clipping with this written on it: When I have 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? And not with your head bowed low. Remember the love which once we shared, Miss me, but let me go. Author Unknown. :( じゃね