And I will luve thee still, my dear, Til a the seas gang dry. And I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. In loving memory of my Mother who died 2nd July 1996 and her Father who died 13th December 1952. Both loved this poem. Some words of comfort in death.
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away in 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 in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.