This poem was sent to me by a very dear friend, who knows how hard the Holiday's are for me. My Grandfather died on Christmas Eve almost 12 years ago, and I also miss my Grandmother and other family members who have passed on.
This poem showed me that even though they are gone, they are still very much with us. If you are missing someone too, I hope it helps you!
Maggie
Death Is Nothing At All: By Canon Henry Scott Holland
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.
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 affect,
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 absolutely 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.
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