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All is Well
I decided to finally post because I logged on this evening and read that Hope had passed away. I have never met or even "spoke" with her, but I suppose it was a reality check. I guess her death was expected, but there is a brief period between life and death that we all struggle with. I think it is the fear of the unknown and the fear of what is to come...and a fear of life without them. It's the time when you can only hope there is peace and closure and the words that have never been said are shared.
I truly feel a deep down pain for her family and friends. I have been on that end of cancer. Losing my dad and my best friend, my grandmother, to lung cancer...I know what it is to struggle for each breath and suffer with the knots in your heart. There is no way to describe that pain, right?
Anyway, a friend sent this to me after my dad passed and I wanted to share it with someone, anyone who might appreciate it, especially during this time of the year.
Merry Christmas, Hope
All is Well. 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 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 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 round the corner. All is well.
Henry Scott Holland
1847-1918
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