Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you...
I loved you so...
twas heaven here with you.
~Isla Paschal Richardson
He is gone.
My Lead Dog Died this morning.
It was so sudden there wasn't time to make any preparations.
I finally had the courage to go to the closet where
I keep Ms. Big Stuff's ashes and opened the letter that came when she was cremated.
It says:
From Biggy:
To those I love and to those who love me,
When I am gone, release me, let me go-
I have so many things to see and do,
You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears,
Be thankful for our beautiful years,
I gave you my love, you can only guess how much you
gave to me in happiness,
I thank you for the love you each have shown,
but now it's time I traveled on alone.
So grieve awhile for me, if grieve you must,
then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It's only for a time that we must part.
so bless the memories within your heart.
I won't be far away, for life goes on,
So if you need me, Call, And I will come.
Though you can't see me or touch me, I'll be near,
and if you listen with your Hearts, you'll hear
All my love around you soft and clear,
And then, when you must come this way alone
I'll greet you with a smile and say:
"Welcome Home"
I read it to him then sprinkled some of her ashes with him when we buried him.
Aho.
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