nor speak of me with tears
But laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you.
I loved you so.......
'twas Heaven here with you."
poem by Isla Paschal Richardson
I will not forget you.......
I have carved you on the palm of my hand."
"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, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same that it ever was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity. What is this death but a gateway? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near just around the corner. All is well......"
~Henry Scott Holland
Read at JFK, Jr.'s funeral Mass