Hohoho Inwards Retention Of My Blood Brother John

Death is cipher at all.
I own got entirely slipped away to the adjacent room.
I am I as well as y'all are you.
Whatever nosotros were to each other,
That, nosotros all the same are.

Call me past times my erstwhile familiar name.
Speak to me inward the slow way
which y'all e'er used.
Put no deviation into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh every bit nosotros e'er laughed
at the trivial jokes nosotros enjoyed together.
Play, smile, hollo upwards of me. Pray for me.
Let my mention travel ever the household word
that it e'er was.
Let it travel spoken without effect.
Without the draw of a shadow on it.

Life agency all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I travel out of mind

because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere rattling near,
just circular the corner.

All is well. 

      Henry Scott Holland


I wanted to percentage this poesy form inward retentivity of my blood brother John, who passed away end calendar week subsequently a x month battle amongst multiple myeloma. Although John was the oldest as well as I was the youngest of our 4 siblings, I experience similar I own got lost my twin. His obituary reads, "John was a philosopher as well as avid reader. He loved cats, naps, the beach, sweets of all kinds as well as nearly of all, joking."



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