Michael Rodgers

In loving memory of our Grandson, Michael A. Rodgers, who left us April 6th, 2003.

When I come to the end of my journey

And I travel my last weary mile,

Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned

And only remember the smile.

Forget unkind words I have spoken;

Remember some good I have done.

Forget that I ever had heartaches

And remember I had lots of fun.

Then forget to grieve for my going,

I would not have you sad for a day,

But, in summer just gather some flowers

And remember the place where I lay.

And come in the shade of the evening

When the sun paints the sky in the west,

Stand for a few moments beside me,

And only remember my best.