Hello dear ones. I wish I could reach through my computer screen tonight and hug each of you so tight.
It’s been a rough few weeks for me and I feel wrung out like an old dishrag. My dear friend died, my Grandpa is dying and will leave us any moment, my uncle is in bad shape in the hospital, and I’m just trying to soldier along as I recover from the ravages of Ecoli.
Sometimes it really does seem like too much to bear.
As I was thinking of what to post tonight, I spent a while scrolling through pictures until I found these beautifully peaceful ones in Ireland. Just looking at them made me relax.
I started thinking of the Irish, of the terrible things they have gone through: civil war, famine, poverty. That sent me on a search for Irish poetry and I found this beautiful Funeral Prayer that made me teary and smiley at the same time. I think it was actually written by an Englishman, but we’ll just keep that between us.
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 are still.
Call me by the 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 unbroken continuity.
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.
Whatever you are going through today, I hope your heart is comforted, your spirit strengthened, your body restored.
Thank you for being part of my life. xo