Saturday, November 6, 2021

"Death Is Nothing At All" by Henry Scott Holland


By Henry Scott Holland 1847-1918 Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral


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 of 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.
Prayer at the Funeral Service of our friend Les Grossman, may he and all those who have died rest in peace.

Photo by Cecilia Brainard

tags: grief, mourning, funeral, memorial 

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