Tag: saying good-bye

 The past few years have taken our mother on a difficult journey, and our family right along with her.

Mercifully, she finally succumbed to her illness last week, and

we were able to say our goodbyes as she entered into her eternal rest.

I found this poem that speaks of my sweet mother’s lifelong attitude of pragmatism and hope. Somehow it gives me strength and reassurance, reminding me how lucky I was to have known and loved this woman who was my mother.

 All Is Well

Death is nothing at all.

I have only slipped away to 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 word that it always was,

Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.

 Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was,

There is absolute, unbroken continuity.

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 around the corner.

All is well.

 Henry Scott Holland

1847-1918