Loss

It seems there have been many losses lately in other's lives. I saw the following post from a different blog (Shilo Horse Rescue) and thought it rather touching and wanted to share.



Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.


Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.


Play, smile, think of me.
Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.


Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?


I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere.
Very near.
Just around the corner.


All is well.


Henry Scott Holland ~ 1847-1918 Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral ~ London

I will share later the life of Joe who crossed over yesterday. He should neve be forgotten but the memory of his passing is still too new and fresh for me to share this morning.