When 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 we once shared. Miss me-But let me go. For this is a journey we all must take, And each must go alone. It's all a part of the masters plan, A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart go to a friend we know. And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss me-but let me go.   My dad was not only a trucker driver for living, he was a truck driver at heart.  His hobbies included watching NASCAR,and attending the demolition derbies with his sons, Daniel and Ryan.  He was a proud father and fan of them all.  He also liked to listen to country music and spend time with his grandchildren.  My dad loved to go bowling but when his health got him down ,he didn't do much of anything, but spend time with his family.