Saturday, March 12, 2011

A Sad Goodbye.

Today we are saying goodbye to a dear friend. He was kind and funny and generous and talented. We will miss him very much.

I will leave the eulogy to our local pastor and members of his family, but please know this: He meant a lot to a lot of people.

This is a photo taken from his airplane; he took my husband up for a ride a few summers ago.

Rest in peace, Mike.

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 affect,
   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 (1847-1918) 
   Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral

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