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 old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used. Put no difference into your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we used to laugh at the little jokes we always 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 ghost of a shadow in it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was, there is absolute unbroken continuity. What is death but a negotiable accident? 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, nothing is past, nothing is lost. One brief moment, and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again. (Author unknown) Pops and I found these words in a card from friends, as we arrived to finalize the inscription on Shelbys headstone. It seems as though she chose for us. Beautiful. Encouraging. Comforting. Shelby Dawn Harmon. Shelbys mom......
Posted on: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 16:41:19 +0000
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