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 world 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,
Just around the corner.
All is well.

By Henry Scott Holland
(1847-1918)
Canon of St Paul's Cathedral

 

 

 

You can shed tears that he is gone
or you can smile because he has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray
that he'll come back
or you can open your eyes and
see all he has left us with,
his memories, his smiles,
his laughter, his craziness.

Your heart can be empty because
you can not see him
or you can be full of the love
that he shared.

You can turn your back on
tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember him and
only that he is gone
or you can cherish his memory
and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
or you can do what he'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love,
and let his memory live on.

 

 

 

I love these pictures so much because they show Doug doing what he loved to do best; being funny and smiling.
I hope you see that too!
Love, 
Erin

 

 

 

This is a picture I took of Doug in spanish class one day a couple of years ago.

~Brooke

 

 

 

A light from our family is gone
A voice we loved is stilled
A place is vacant in our home
Which never can be filled.

We have to mourn the loss of one
We would have loved to keep
But God, who surely loved him best
Has brought him to Jesus feet.

Doug’s memories will not fade,
Our love will remain strong
For in God’s hands,
Our Doug is at Home.

 

 

Doug, remember the words
to this little song I sang to you when you were a baby?
It's from the Mercer Myer book, "I'll Love You Forever.

I'll love you forever,   I'll like you always....
As long as you're living you'll always be my baby...
You'll always be my son.

Mom