At Rest

Death is Nothing at All
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were 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 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. 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 that it ever was.
There is absolute 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.

Henry Scott Holland

The reason for my visit home for the weekend was to attend an All Souls Service at our local church which is held once a year to allow people to remember loved ones by lighting a candle during the service. It is just two weeks short of the first anniversary of the passing of my Granddad so we attended the service and then put some flowers on Granddad's grave. This is a quick shot of the church yard where Granddad is at rest. I particularly like the nice colours in the tree at the moment.

The words at the top were printed in the order of service.