We watched him suffer, day by day;
It caused us bitter grief;
To see him slowly pine away;
And could not give relief.
His weary hours and days of pain;
His troubled nights are past;
And in our aching hearts we know;
He has found sweet rest at last.
'Tis sweet to know we will meet again;
Where parting is no more;
And my dear husband I loved so well;
Has only gone before.
God knows how much I miss him;
He counts the tears I shed;
And whispers, "Hush, he only sleeps;
Your husband is not dead."
Some day, some time, my years shall see;
The face I loved so well.
Some day, some time, his hand I'll clasp;
And never say farewell.
The pearly gates were opened;
A gentle voice said "Come,"
And with farewells unspoken;
He gently entered home.
His smiling way and pleasant face;
Are a pleasure to recall;
He had a kindly word for each;
And died beloved by all.
Some day we hope to meet him;
Some day, we know not when;
To clasp his hand in the better land;
Never to part again.
Rachel
31st October 2021
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Sent by Michael and Barbara Rea Funeral Service on 19/10/2021
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland