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 alwyas was, let it be spoken without effect, withour the trace of a shadow on 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, for an interval, somewhere near, just around the corner. All is well.
Author: Henry Scott Holland 1847-1918 Canon of St Paul's Cathedral
In honour of those who have gone through the door between life and death, here and there
these words have always resonated with me may they resonate with you too. Tomorrow is the
service for my brother, and as always I will feel the spirit of those already gone around me. May you
feel the love, remember the connection and keep it open.
Love and Light
Luna ♫ ♥
Very nice insight, it is most probably just that, death doesn't mean it is the end. My father says that it is just like a dress we wear, we cast off and then wear a new dress. Till then we learn as much as possible as we go by this journey.
ReplyDeleteYour brother will always be with you. Breathe gently and hold his hand while you walk in silence. Listen to the birds, feel the wind, enjoy the scents of life for him, with him.
ReplyDeleteIn passing we face the great unknown, yet we are never alone. Wishing you piece during the transition.