Deep, resounding sigh. I recently found this and I hope it helps you find solace …. Michele Smith
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 are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way 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 we always 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 effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident?
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.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
– Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918, Canon of St Paul’s Cathedral; ‘The King of Terrors’, a sermon on death delivered in St Paul’s Cathedral on Whitsunday 1910, while the body of King Edward VII was lying in state at Westminster: published in Facts of the Faith, 1919
However, if there is any possibility of a “bright” side in this, it is that she died with the people she loved and who loved her back. I can’t think of a better way to start the journey to Timeheart.
Something occurred to me long ago. I think the religions of the world made things far more complicated than they are. The only qualifier to get into “heaven” is that you loved someone and were loved in return. Based on what you’ve written here, Peter’s mum had no worries on that count.
P J EvansJuly 30, 2007 - 3:36 pm
Hugs and great sympathy.
SassyJuly 30, 2007 - 5:11 pm
Oh Diane, my condolences. There are no words that can help with the loss of a parent, so I’m simply going to say you and Peter have my thoughts and prayers. *hugs*
My condolences. I’m glad you were able to be with her.
ArbitraryAugust 4, 2007 - 11:29 am
MY sincere condolences to Peter and yourself, it’s a very hard thing to lose onr of the few people who will love you undconditionally, howevever, in times of sadness, I find it helpful to remember the million acts of love and kindness, and then, with those in mind, Chin up, have courage and live up to those million acts.
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Deep, resounding sigh. I recently found this and I hope it helps you find solace …. Michele Smith
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 are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way 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 we always 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 effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident?
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.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
– Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918, Canon of St Paul’s Cathedral; ‘The King of Terrors’, a sermon on death delivered in St Paul’s Cathedral on Whitsunday 1910, while the body of King Edward VII was lying in state at Westminster: published in Facts of the Faith, 1919
There’s not many words that work.
However, if there is any possibility of a “bright” side in this, it is that she died with the people she loved and who loved her back. I can’t think of a better way to start the journey to Timeheart.
Something occurred to me long ago. I think the religions of the world made things far more complicated than they are. The only qualifier to get into “heaven” is that you loved someone and were loved in return. Based on what you’ve written here, Peter’s mum had no worries on that count.
Hugs and great sympathy.
Oh Diane, my condolences. There are no words that can help with the loss of a parent, so I’m simply going to say you and Peter have my thoughts and prayers. *hugs*
My sympathies to you and Peter.
So sorry – all our sympathies.
My condolences. I’m glad you were able to be with her.
MY sincere condolences to Peter and yourself, it’s a very hard thing to lose onr of the few people who will love you undconditionally, howevever, in times of sadness, I find it helpful to remember the million acts of love and kindness, and then, with those in mind, Chin up, have courage and live up to those million acts.
Comments are closed.