Monday, July 14

 We had terribly sad news last night that our sister-in-law, Janet had passed away in Wollongong.  She had been ill for some years so it was no real surprise to us but, nevertheless, it was tragic.  Janet was the youngest of us and we've known her since she was about 12 years old.  We always made fun of the fact that she came from Dapto which, in Wollongong, was seen as something less than desirable.  Sandy and Janet had been married for almost 59 years.

I can't help thinking of my mother's death all those years ago and, especially the poem I read at her funeral.

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?
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.
Nothing is past; 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!