Death is nothing but continuity. Photo credit: shutterstock
As I struggled to grasp the concept of a life without my partner in crime Tommy, a friend sent me what seemed words Tom would have said, in fact, Tom made it clear that he was OK with leaving and that he would still be with us. He also told us to speak to him, that he would hear us.
Today we gather to celebrate how lucky we were and are to have him in our lives.
Thank you Vicky for sharing this with me. It has made all the difference and I share once more for those who are also struggling with their personal losses. May you all find solace too.
Death is nothing at all
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
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Val Boyko
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
xo
Laura Carbonell
Thank you!
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