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Death is nothing at all
Two years ago my father passed away. A year ago today my mother joined him.
RIP. I love and miss you. Death is Nothing at All 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 still are. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to 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 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 that 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
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ubervamp,
My thoughts are with you on a most challenging day for you. I have lost both my parents in the last years and my thoughts are still for them. I know its an old quotation but "time is a great healer" and it will get better. "Death is Nothing at All" was read at my Mothers funeral also. Take care Paul |
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Thanks Paul
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