Monday, July 31, 2023
A MESSAGE From IRELAND
Vincent was noble man, coming from a noble family. That is how you we will remember him. And as we struggle for words of comfort, WE are prompted to recall this Irish poem written as words of comfort for family members and friends
Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
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 ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.
Owen and Patti, Kelly, Brian and Jimmy the world we live in may seem very sad at this moment. We can only be reminded of what Vincent stood for and to express to our loved ones - our children, our family(close and distant) and our friends (far and wide) that Vincent loved and respected us all.
Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam
(May his soul be on God's right hand)
John and Beatrice Heneghan,
Limerick, Ireland
