Four years....

....since my dad passed away.


All Is Well

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 are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to 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 we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, and pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household name that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I?m out of sight?
I am just waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner
All is well.

Canon Henry Scott Holland
1847-1918

Miss him loads and wish I could share the last four years with him.


Got woken with work phoning me this morning....not quite sure what is going to happen and if I will have a job to go back to when I am ready. I understand their situation as they are a business and they need to do what they need to do, but not a great thing to hear, especially today.