Death is nothing at all ---I have only slipped away into the next room. 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. 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 it always was. Let it be spoken without effort. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was: there is absolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of your mind because I am out of your sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.
Nothing is past: nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as before---only better, infinitely happier and forever we will be one together with Christ.
This was sent to me, a few days after my father passed. It has ministered comfort and healing. Such overwhelming loss...feelings of depression, confusion, in spite of the peace, knowing he is with his Lord.
I like knowing its ok, to continue with my life, as though my Daddy is still close by. To think about him, talk about him, even forget and want to call him on the phone.
I miss my Dad. I'm sad that my children are so little and might not remember much about him someday. I can't wait to see him again!