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Celebrating the
life of Festus Kweitei Quaynor |
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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! Henry
Scott-Holland, 1847-1918 |
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Father, Husband, Grandfather, Brother, Uncle, Nephew And Friend To
Many Who Love Him. |
