Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Words help us get through it

Some of us are still trying to comprehend what happened to Christina. Sometimes in times of sadness it's best to turn to literature.  This is a nice way of thinking about when our loved ones pass. 

All Is Well 
 Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped 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 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 world that it always was, Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It it 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 very near, Just around the corner. All is well.  

Henry Scott Holland

Canon of St Paul 's Cathedral

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