All is Well
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped 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 which you always used
Put no difference in 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 ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near.
All is well.
--Henry Scott Holland
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My son,Evan, was born on a snowy day in Ohio on February 7, 1983. His arrival was so precious to me. I would gaze in wonder at my son and marvel at him. As a toddler Evan's outward appearance of a rosy cheeked cherub with tousled loose curls was a little deceiving as he was all boy, rough and tumble. Soon it was time for his first haircut as I started hearing too often what a beautiful little girl I had. All too soon my baby started to Kindergarten (where he colored the new carpet in amazing colors) and then on to Elementary school. Then suprise! At age seven, this only child got a sister. We still have the note from him announcing to his teacher that "Evan could not do his homework due to both parents being involved with the new baby". His sister Caitlin won him over although that did not prevent his growing desire to experiment with things, especially if they were hers. The "How does it go together" syndrom often was not followed by "How does it go back together". Evan loved doing guy things with his Dad and fishing and hunting were on the top of his list. This became a yearly ritual and gave Dad and Son many, many good memories. Memories that still linger and bring laughter as well as tears. Evan grew into a fine young man; his first "dance date" at Middle School wearing a dress shirt and tie and looking so handsome and serious...High School which brought freedom and pranks with his friends. My Christmas centerpiece made in school and proudly presented to me..one of my most cherished possessions. Evan grows into a handsome young man and at a very young age has a son, Evan Skyler who is so much like his Daddy. Age 21, Evan buys his first car..it is fiery red and the stereo works great. Two Months later, Evan makes a bad decision of going too fast around a corner and in the blink of an eye he is gone from us...
Evan gave so much to us...that endearing grin of his which would just light up a room..his quick wit humor...the pleasure of experiencing the wonders of the world through his eyes..love for his family..Evan was so giving. I never realized until we lost Evan just how precious these memories could be. With his physical death I learned so much about life. Thank you, my son.
I thought about you with love today, but that is nothing new,
I thought about you yesterday and days before that too,
I think of you in silence and often speak your name,
All I have are memories and your picture in a frame,
Your memory is my keepsake, with which I will never part,
God has you in his keeping; I have you in my heart.
Evan came into this world February 7, 1983 on a snowy morning in Ohio.
Our beloved son...
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