In her final days, maybe as long as two weeks, Jan was ready to ‘Go Home.’ She was ready to have ‘the stone to be rolled away.’ In hind sight she stayed long enough to say good bye to those she loved…I wept hard and bitterly when I told her she was going to be with the Lord…My weeping was selfishly for myself!
Added on August 17,2019
(This I received from two of my skeet shooting friends…It has become a before each night’s sleep meditation…)
Death Is Nothing At All
by Rev. Canon Henry Scott-Holland
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of 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 that 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 an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
It is the same as it ever was.
Life means all that it ever meant.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
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 round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/61768
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We who are left mourning have the consolation of Christ Jesus…
And for her and my Celtic spirit…
Jesus wept for those who mourn…