"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 still are.

Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way that you used.

Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.

Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household name 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 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 round the corner.

All is well."

A poem by Harry Scott Holland.
I found it on my grandmothers wall,on a picture of my grandfather..
Soon it'll be two years since he passed away, but I can't stop crying when I think of him..
I don't know how long it will take for me before I can say his name and smile as I think of all of our memories but I just can't right now. Two years.. That's a long time for healing, especially since we weren't THAT close, but I miss him so much and I still can't believe I will never meet him again, I will never again see his face, or hear his stupid jokes that makes no sense.. He won't invite us for dinner at fancy restaurants and we wont take the boat over the sea to DK to buy ice-cream and sausage.. And he bought bear of course, haha..

I'm crying as I'm writing, I'm thinking of the last time I saw him, he was lying in his bed, now it was downstairs, before it had been upstairs, and he wasn't awake.. Everyone knew he was going to die soon and he looked almost gray.. I feel so guilty because I never said good bye to him, I just weren't prepared, I had no idea he was that sick, it all happen so fast and nobody had told me, I was chocked.. I couldn't face the truth, so when I heard my father speak to him when I was in another room I didn't go in. I heard my father say that me and my brothers were there too, but I pretended I didn't.. When I felt ready he had fallen asleep again, and we had to go home, next day in the morning we got a call from my oncles wife, he was dead... One amazing thing had happen though.. Right over his bed there were an old clock,
he had gotten it from his father or grandfather, and it stopped almost the same moment as he died..
Maybe not amazing, or.. well, yes, I think it's amazing.

Grandfather, I know you can't read this, but I'm positive you can hear my thoughts,
and even though I' thinking in English I'm sure you understand.
I love you so much and you have no idea how much I miss you. You have no idea about the pain I feel when someone talks about you.. I can't get over it, I know you would
have wanted me to be happy, think of you with happiness, but I can only find sorrow..
I wish I had a chance to say goodbye...<3

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"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 still are.

Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way that you used.

Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.

Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household name 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 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 round the corner.

All is well."

A poem by Harry Scott Holland.
I found it on my grandmothers wall,on a picture of my grandfather..
Soon it'll be two years since he passed away, but I can't stop crying when I think of him..
I don't know how long it will take for me before I can say his name and smile as I think of all of our memories but I just can't right now. Two years.. That's a long time for healing, especially since we weren't THAT close, but I miss him so much and I still can't believe I will never meet him again, I will never again see his face, or hear his stupid jokes that makes no sense.. He won't invite us for dinner at fancy restaurants and we wont take the boat over the sea to DK to buy ice-cream and sausage.. And he bought bear of course, haha..

I'm crying as I'm writing, I'm thinking of the last time I saw him, he was lying in his bed, now it was downstairs, before it had been upstairs, and he wasn't awake.. Everyone knew he was going to die soon and he looked almost gray.. I feel so guilty because I never said good bye to him, I just weren't prepared, I had no idea he was that sick, it all happen so fast and nobody had told me, I was chocked.. I couldn't face the truth, so when I heard my father speak to him when I was in another room I didn't go in. I heard my father say that me and my brothers were there too, but I pretended I didn't.. When I felt ready he had fallen asleep again, and we had to go home, next day in the morning we got a call from my oncles wife, he was dead... One amazing thing had happen though.. Right over his bed there were an old clock,
he had gotten it from his father or grandfather, and it stopped almost the same moment as he died..
Maybe not amazing, or.. well, yes, I think it's amazing.

Grandfather, I know you can't read this, but I'm positive you can hear my thoughts,
and even though I' thinking in English I'm sure you understand.
I love you so much and you have no idea how much I miss you. You have no idea about the pain I feel when someone talks about you.. I can't get over it, I know you would
have wanted me to be happy, think of you with happiness, but I can only find sorrow..
I wish I had a chance to say goodbye...<3

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