“To all the friends and acquaintances of my wonderful Mother, I’ll be working with my Brother, Eric, to add items/memorabelia to this site over the upcoming weeks and months. She specifically indicated that she did not want any formal memorial, so, to honor her wishes, we’re going to keep it somewhat light-hearted and dedicated to a celebration of her life! We will add such things as pictures, poetry, and anything that we feel will best represent our Mother’s wonderful spirit. I will say briefly, and I think I can speak for my Brother, that we had a very special bond with our Mother. There are no words to express the love that she filled our lives with all throughout our childhood and adulthood, up until her passing on Feb 6th. To say “she will be missed” simply doesn’t begin to capture the sense of loss we feel now, and will continue to feel for the remainder of our years. However, we are so fortunate that we have so many wonderful memories of our Mother, and that will help see us through our tremendous sense of loss.”
“The first poem below moved me, and maybe it will move you as well. I believe my Mother would have liked it as it somewhat conveys what she said about her thoughts on death not long before her own death”
“The second poem, by Emerson, was one of my Mother’s favorites that she had posted in her kitchen. I do believe it is very indicative of how she lived her life”
“Please feel free to add your own comments and memories on this site.”
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.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
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!
To laugh often and much;
to win the respect of the intelligent people
and the affection of children;
to earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;
to appreciate beauty;
to find the best in others;
to leave the world a bit better
whether by a healthy child,a garden patch,
or a redeemed social condition;
to know that one life has breathed easier
because you lived here.
This is to have succeeded.