Julie,
Your mother had much to be proud of with you for a daughter.
What a gift to share that last journey with her. You will never regret it.
When my mom died, a friend gave me this poem. Over the years I have shared it with others and come back to it periodically. It has always given me comfort. I hope you like it.
To Those I Love
To go along the Silent Way, grieve not,
Nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk
Of me as if I were beside you, for
Who knows but that I shall be oftentime?
I’d come, I’d come, could I but find the way!
But would not tears and grief be barriers?
And when you hear a song I used to sing
Or see a bird I love – let not the thought
Of me be sad, for, I am loving you
Just as I always have… You were so good
To me…
So many things I wanted still
To do… so many things to say to you,
Remember that I did not fear… It was
Just leaving you I could not bear to face…
We cannot see beyond… but this I know
I loved you so – t’was heaven here with you.
Dearest Rain. I know. Thank you for your much appreciated contribution to our #secretloveproject – mum was much moved by it. She wasn’t a big reader, but she read the book from beginning to end. Our love back to you xo
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Julie,
Your mother had much to be proud of with you for a daughter.
What a gift to share that last journey with her. You will never regret it.
When my mom died, a friend gave me this poem. Over the years I have shared it with others and come back to it periodically. It has always given me comfort. I hope you like it.
To Those I Love
To go along the Silent Way, grieve not,
Nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk
Of me as if I were beside you, for
Who knows but that I shall be oftentime?
I’d come, I’d come, could I but find the way!
But would not tears and grief be barriers?
And when you hear a song I used to sing
Or see a bird I love – let not the thought
Of me be sad, for, I am loving you
Just as I always have… You were so good
To me…
So many things I wanted still
To do… so many things to say to you,
Remember that I did not fear… It was
Just leaving you I could not bear to face…
We cannot see beyond… but this I know
I loved you so – t’was heaven here with you.
Isla Paschal Richardson
Oh, Dale. Thank you. Thank you for your words and the poem. This is going in my journal. For I believe it is very true xo
crying as i type this.
much love to you. <3<3<3
Dearest Rain. I know. Thank you for your much appreciated contribution to our #secretloveproject – mum was much moved by it. She wasn’t a big reader, but she read the book from beginning to end. Our love back to you xo
Death is not the end Julie but a beginning. A celebration of what you shared together can go on in your heart forever. Warm wishes.
Those warm wishes are most definitely appreciated, Margaret. Thank you xo
I’m so sorry Julie X
Thanks Vera. Thanks for saying so xo
So deeply sorry for your loss.
I appreciate your saying so, Trece. Thanks so much xo
What a beautiful poem – to invoke the happy, wonderful memories of your mum! Much love to you dear Julie! xox