The other day I was driving by a cemetery and had a stong feeling that I should stop.

While walking around the grave stones I felt this over whelming sence of love and peace. All the graves were decorated with wind chimes, figurines of angels and other objects even bottles of liquor depicting item that the love one once loved or enjoyed.

Death seems so final to us that are left behind, but in actually our departed love one is at peace and are at rest.

Even though it is difficult for us to say goodbye… We can show love in our own way whether elaborately decorating our love ones head stones or just remembering them fondly.  I feel they are with us as we go about our day-to-day life.

One of my favorite poems is by Henry Scott Holland,

All Is Well

Death is nothing at all,

I have only slipped away 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 same easy way which you always did,

Put no difference into 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 the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without effect, without the shadow of a ghost on it.

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 mind because I am out of sight?

I am just waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.

All is well.