“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.”
When death comes, No matter how well or how little prepared we are, italways takes us by surprise. We must be honest about death and not pretend that it is less than it is
It is loss
It is great change
It is a myriad of private and profound emotions that are confusing and
conflicting, and, though we try our best to control them, they
certainly cannot be controlled.
Death is a time when we are reminded of our humanity, of our own
mortality, of our lack of control over life itself.
Death is also a time when our hearts are opened to love and
tenderness. Often, we gather with those who have known us from when we
were very young and who love us. We have a reunion with those who
share something intangibly strong, the love for a person who has
touched all our lives.
During this time I will lovingly honor your loved one in a dignified
and fitting tribute. I will communicate with you to learn how you
would like to celebrate their life. From our communication a touching
ceremony will be created that captures the essence of your loved one
and the time you shared together.
“I have only slipped away into 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 in your tone, wear no
forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little
jokes we enjoyed together.
Pray, 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 as it ever was: there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just
around the corner.
All is well.”
Henry Scott Holland
(adapted by Susanna Stefanchi Macomb)