My Beautiful little sister Tracy is not with me any more. My heart is broken in half. Her two beautiful children left here behind her Lauren and Tom McCarthy. This is the poem I shall be reading at her funeral on the 28th March. I love you so much Trace.... Death is nothing at all 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 shared together. Let my name ever be 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 around the corner. All is well. Henry Scott Holland 1847 -1918
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 09:24:16 +0000
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