A day that I cannot yet write about except to share this poem that was shared with me. It is beautiful and made me both smile and cry. Thank you...
In the Next Room 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 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 or solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
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.
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