My mother has passed

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Jun 15, 2011
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As I wtrite this my heart is very heavy with sorrow as my mother passed away today. Please forgive any misspelling as it is hard to see the keys right now. She was 86 years old and in poor health. Al that could be done to save her was done to no avail. Please pray that God will be with my family and that he will send the Comforter as promised.
 
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So sorry for your loss. If you believe in the Comforter, then presumably you also believe that our mortal death is not the end. As such, I offer this well-known poem by Henry Scott Holland in hopes that it may help, albeit perhaps only a little, at this difficult time for you and your family:

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that 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 an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; 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!
 

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