Three months. Damm.

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.
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 effort,
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 absolutely 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 around the corner.

All is well.

Henry Scott Holland
Canon of St. Paul’s Cathedral


Beautiful Mess said...

Thinking of you!

sybil law said...


Ms Snarky Nice Bitch said...

thought about you several times today as i am on my 30 month today

hope your day was as good as they get!

cc in motion

(i started a new blog today since my brother found my latest anon blog~fat ass bastard!)

LOVIN7 said...

What a wonderful poem! ((HUGS))

Turnbaby said...

That's so perfectly lovely!


buddha_girl said...

Beautiful tribute on this day.

Love the picture of Gregory. Love it.

*hard hugs*

Bubblewench said...

Love that photo.... nice poem to Greg too.