Monday, October 29, 2007

Five months

Perhaps, they are not stars in the sky, but rather openings where our loved ones shine down to let us know they are happy.

Five months.

Jim I miss you. Every second, minute and hour and every day.
Memories can give me the laughter that we had and yet,
memories will make me cry as I think of you,
but I am glad I have the memories.
And always, always I want to wrap my arms around you
and hold you again.
I love you honeybunny. I love you.


What is Death?
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into 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 in 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 affect,
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 absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.
All is well.

-- Henry Scott Holland1847-1918, Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral

1 comment:

MrsGrumpy said...

Know that someone is thinking of you tonight. Really big hugs to you. ~Laura