For the ones who lost a loved one this week

Death is not at all what we thought. As it turns out, I am still here in all the important ways. It is if  I have only slipped into the next room. Whatever we were to each other, we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used to. Expect me to be there with you and I will be. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Know that whenever you need me, I am right here in tandem with you.

Let my name be the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken often and without effort. Enjoy seeing me smile back at you from all my pictures around the house. Life still means all that it meant. And you will find me waiting when you least expect. I may appear in a song or a smell or in a season. You see, it is the same as it ever was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity between us. Our bond continues just as it was.

After all, why should I be out of your mind and heart because I am out of your sight? I am still with you in all the familiar ways. I am but waiting for you for the moment, somewhere very near, just around the corner. You can sense my presence when you stop to notice.

Our togetherness is still with me and still with you. Death is not at all what we thought. As it turns out, we are still together in all the important ways.

anonymous