Fairview Heights, IL 664


IN MEMORY OF OUR ABSENT MEMBERS & AUXILIARY MEMBERS 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 a gloom-filled room. 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 was once shared, Miss me, but let me go. IN MEMORIAM AN ELK IS NEVER FORGOTTEN NEVER FORSAKEN... BUT A WHILE AGO WE GATHERED, FRIENDSHIP BEAMING IN EACH EYE, NOW THE GOLDEN CORD IS SERVED, THEY HAVE PASSED TO REALMS ON HIGH.