Death Is Nothing At All by Henry Scott Holland
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.
Helen H
17th May 2023
Fond memories of a lovely sister and auntie who bravely, with the help of our loving nephews, fought her illness through a pandemic which cruelly denied us of the pleasure of her company for such a long time. Hope to see you on the other side Sam, rest in peace.
Helen, Nick, Sophie & Emily.
17th May 2023
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Sam.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Adam Collier Funeral Services on 17/05/2023