Darrell V. McCoy Obituary (1954 - 2015)

When you come to my last party, Don't come with faces long. But come with memories that are pleasant, In your heart let there be a song. The places will be full of loved ones, and I will be dressed so grand. The only thing I shall be sorry for, is that I won't be there to shake your hand. When you come to my last party we wont play any games. But there will be a register, Where you may sign your name. As you stand and sing my praises, In voices so silently. Telling each other or thinking, Of what good things you remember about me. When you come to my last party, My Lord will be the host. Because it is He amongst all my friends, Who really loved me most. He bore my cross at Calvary, He bears my cross today. And when you leave he will still be with me, To comfort me along the way. So when you gather at my grave today, Remember how I loved you all In my own special way. I did the best that I knew how, It's up to God to take care of me now.