something about silver linings
the funeral for pamela was yesterday. it was a strange and surreal experience. the priest who spoke did not sit so well with me, but the poem he closed with was beautiful.
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together
is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of 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 that 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 an effort,
without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is death but a negligible accident?
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 round the corner.
All is well.
-Henry Scott Holland
after the funeral we all came back to what is now chad's house (where i now live) and drank in the way only the grieved can know. we celebrated her passing with stories and tears. we laughed, we cried, we reminded each other that we are all loved.
i've also been hanging out with ashley alot lately, which has been nothing short of wonderful. she makes me smile like nobody has in a long time.
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together
is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of 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 that 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 an effort,
without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is death but a negligible accident?
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 round the corner.
All is well.
-Henry Scott Holland
after the funeral we all came back to what is now chad's house (where i now live) and drank in the way only the grieved can know. we celebrated her passing with stories and tears. we laughed, we cried, we reminded each other that we are all loved.
i've also been hanging out with ashley alot lately, which has been nothing short of wonderful. she makes me smile like nobody has in a long time.