Scruples wrote:
My dear friend: I am so deeply sorry for your loss. Please read the poem. It was given to me by a dear friend after I had lost my son. When you are ready to share, there is much to consider.
I wish to thank you for her service.
As we mow through each day, at the end of each day, we are one day closer to being with the ones we love and miss so much.
TOGETHERNESS
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.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before only better, infinitely happier and forever we will all be one together with G-D.
Henry Scott Holland
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