Lost
Long time since an update...no excuses really... just haven't
Having a tough week, my girlfriend's mum died of cancer on Saturday. I had known her for nearly 12 years, and I finding it difficult to deal with it at the moment. Her family is devastated even though they all knew it was coming. There has been one thing that has helped everyone though and I wanted to pass it on in a way...
When searching through her things they found a poem on a small piece of paper in her purse.
ALL IS WELL
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other,
that we are still.
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 world that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect,
without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it 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, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.
Henry Scott Holland
1847-1918
It has helped me
Having a tough week, my girlfriend's mum died of cancer on Saturday. I had known her for nearly 12 years, and I finding it difficult to deal with it at the moment. Her family is devastated even though they all knew it was coming. There has been one thing that has helped everyone though and I wanted to pass it on in a way...
When searching through her things they found a poem on a small piece of paper in her purse.
ALL IS WELL
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other,
that we are still.
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 world that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect,
without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it 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, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.
Henry Scott Holland
1847-1918
It has helped me