Today I went to Blouberg Beach, it's a special place for me (and my family). I just wanted to be there, feet in the sand, wind in my hair, listening to the waves crash against the rocks. It was a good time to remember my darling mother, I miss her so much - but feel close to her there.
I was then reminded of a poem that someone sent me in a card when my Mom passed away, I'll share it with you, it brought great comfort during a difficult time.
Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we are 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. Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever
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, some-where very near, just round the corner.
“All is Well”
Henry Scott Holland, 1847-1918 Canon of St. Paul’s Cathedral
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