Put no difference in your tone. Kelsey was not into drugs, she was very active in her church and worked with Bonton farms in Texas. He loved everyone, and everyone loved him. I cry for the things I have lost. He had printed it out and saved it almost a year before his diagnosis. According to Holland, capital and labour should be cooperating forces, sharing a common objective, but the system had turned them into unequal rivals. Whatever we were to each other, That, we still are.
I miss his deep, reassuring voice, his jokes, his stories about the countries he visited. The Commonwealth also carried out an investigation into the injustices of bad housing, pollution and low wages. Everything in life stopped for us except the time we spent trying to get ahead of the cancer. I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. I also send it to folks after their losses. I moved in with her and became her caregiver for six years. I remember a time when, instead of my mum, I gave him a bath.Next
Why had not I met him 20 years ago, I asked? The Christian Social Union also published a journal, Commonwealth, that provided a forum for discussions on religion and social reform. Bryan's path was shorter than he, and we, would have liked. They need comfort, and within the Christian context, reassurance that death is but a passage to the welcoming love of Jesus from the New Testament. It's called I'm Grieving As Fast As I Can. We will fulfill any request from copyright holders to have any particular poem removed from our website. You were there every step of the way.Next
Nothing is past; nothing is lost. This a beautiful poem, and by changing it, you are ridding it of its creator's and glory. To say I feel like shattered glass doesn't even come close to how I feel. It's too difficult to put into words all my feelings. There is absolute unbroken continuity.Next
From his sick bed, even when at times it was impossible to speak, he provided for his wife and seven kids. It may lead us back to God if we have wandered away, or towards him if we have often been distant. But, it was his path, and he had to follow it. The words unite hearts, create community - touches each reader in a personal place; perhaps for some - shared and familiar space. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. He apologized for the inconvenience! There is no way this should be allowed. Holland was a Christian, after all. The Commonwealth suggested that wealthy Liberals who showed no sympathy for the poor should be ousted from the party. This poem strikes the strings of my heart. Little did I know that Kelsey would take her own life on February 13, 2019, and so I read this poem at her memorial.Next
The words spoke to my heart as though my brother were saying them himself. My tears would flow relentlessly. A day does not go by that I don't think about her or my dad. The poet has chosen to have his main character speak through the first person, omniscient, narrative perspective in an effort to make the poem and its message more personal. He was very loving and caring. I have only slipped away to the next room. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.Next
My heart hurts for you, knowing all too well the ache of all you lost. Death is inevitable, so why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? After the first few hundred years I think you'd be anxious to leave. This is my idea of bliss or nirvana, the state of nothingness. As an enemy, it may shatter our lives, cut short our time, diminish our families and circle of friends We do not often invite it to come, notrchoose the time of its arrival. . The poem brought me enormous comfort and it still brings tears to my eyes when I read it.Next
After my death, I don't want oblivion, at least I do not want to be forgotten, however I do want to be totally oblivious, to know nothing. But our difficulty grasping makes them no less true. This is a version I've been sent: 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 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 always 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 in it Life means all that it ever meant It is the same as it ever was There is absolute unbroken continuity What is death but a negligible accident? And I will always love you, from that land way up above, will be in touch again soon. It is not easy, but we are trying to cope with it. Thank you for the opportunity to share my thoughts. His voice, his laughter, his hugs, his tender words.Next