Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land, when you can no more hold me by the hand, nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Yet if you should forget me for a while, and afterwards remember,
do not grieve for if the darkness and corruption leave a vestige of the thoughts that, once I had.
Better by far you should forget and smile, than that you should remember and be sad.
We hope your safely back in Auntie Millie’s arms
where you belong now but we’ll miss you forever.