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
pray smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
without the trace of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
it is the same as it ever was
there is unbroken continuity
why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you
somewhere very near
just around the corner
All is well
Henry Scott Holland
(1847-1918) Canon of St Paul’s Cathedral
Posted by Susie on Friday, April 14, 2006 at 3:53 am
Big hug to you, Traci. Your post is very eloquent. There aren’t words; but there is evidence of her love, as in the photo.
Posted by Clandestine on Friday, April 14, 2006 at 5:03 am
oh it is too much.
just too much.
Posted by Annie TB on Friday, April 14, 2006 at 6:09 am
just stopped in to check on you. I am numb and in shock.
Hold tight to the truth that they are together again.
Posted by Julie Julie Bo Boolie on Friday, April 14, 2006 at 8:33 am
I am so very very sorry 😦
Hugs
Posted by BostonPobble on Friday, April 14, 2006 at 8:46 am
{{{{Traci}}}}
Posted by Von Krankipantzen on Friday, April 14, 2006 at 6:14 pm
Hugs to you.
Posted by Kami on Friday, April 14, 2006 at 6:59 pm
I can’t get that picture out of my head.
Hugs.
Posted by Jaded&Opinionated on Friday, April 14, 2006 at 8:16 pm
My thoughts are with you too, my friend.
For you, for Clandy, for the sisters…
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
pray smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
without the trace of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
it is the same as it ever was
there is unbroken continuity
why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you
somewhere very near
just around the corner
All is well
Henry Scott Holland
(1847-1918) Canon of St Paul’s Cathedral
Posted by Amy on Saturday, April 15, 2006 at 4:08 pm
Came here from Eclectics blog. So sorry for your loss, and I loved the post about your father and the geese. Wow.