*One of the first things I saw after I woke up this morning was to read a wonderful message from a friend letting me know she was thinking about me, because she knew today was the one year anniversary of my mom’s passing away.
*I found one of my favorite photos of her and I from last summer, and posted it on Facebook. Then the tears started to flow. Paul came over, wrapped his arms around me, and let me cry on his shoulder for as long as I needed. But, as always, I am glad for the tears. I am glad for the memories, and the fact I still miss her very much.
*Bill and Debbie arrived back from their trip to Eugene, and we all gathered in Christy and Everett’s backyard and raised a glass to toast to Mom. I am glad we could all spend a little time together this evening to visit and remember Mom.
*Our friend Beverley Wolff shared a poem that was perfect to read today. I read it to everyone as we gathered together in the evening.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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 Christ.
Henry Scott Holland
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