I had a pretty low morning and have been thinking of Jerry all morning and something he said to me years ago keeps playing in my head. When I asked him what would I ever do without him, he said to me, "Go on with it, but miss me a little."
Just for kicks when I sat down this afternoon I googled miss me a little..... I don't know what made me do that, but this is what I found. I am amazed and really don't know what to think or how to take it. TAKE I WILL THOUGH!!
Please add your own special verse; I'd like to read it with you.
Miss me, but let me go
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free
Miss me a little – but not too long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me – but let me go
For this is a journey that we must all take
And each must go alone
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan
A step on the road to home
When you are lonely, and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
Miss me – but let me go
Misty, I think what it is saying is go on living. It takes a while until we can really “let go”, for that is what grief is. It’s hard to accept our loved ones are really gone and it does take time. I remember waking up each day hoping it was just a bad dream. I would also wake myself up talking to him. Letting go is a process— intellectually, we know they are gone but we have to accept it on many levels within our brains. Heart, soul, physically, emotionally— the pain is gut-wrenching and we need to heal ourselves before we can really let go and find our peace. But, we must let go. We will always remember them (and miss them) because part of them will always be with us.
it's a beautiful poem.
Along similar lines, one by Henry Scott Holland
All is Well
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.,
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you, and the old life
that we lived so fondly is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name,
Speak of me in the easy way which 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 enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be the household word that
it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort, without the
ghost of shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was,.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere
very near, just around the corner.
All is well.
I've read this before and love it. thanks for sharing with us all!
Ran across this one while doing laundry and reading a book of poetry my daughter gave me. Seemed to "strike close to home" for me:
It feels good when we run across something that really speaks to our hearts, doesn't it! Thank you, Norm!
now that made me cry.