mourning

Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.

– Romans 12:15

A short break from the Q & A session so I can share something else that is important to me.

Today would have been my brother’s 57th birthday.  Unfortunately, God took him home 26 years ago.

Recently I saw a poem posted when a gentleman that worked in the same department as my husband suddenly passed away, I copied it because I knew the words would someday help me.

Death is nothing at all.

It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Everything remains as it was. The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no sorrow in your tone. 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 effort.

Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.

There is absolute and unbroken continuity.

What is 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 around 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!

-  Henry Scott Holland

Life is a gift from God.

I will never forget my brother and I miss him every day, but I know he is with the Father and I will see him again someday.

Have a blessed day!