remembering Sara

I found out today that a very close friend of mine, has lost his younger sister.

My heart feels broken.

I always remember Sara with a smile on her face.

I remember her bugging me and Jerry when we played army men in his yard.

I remember working in her Capri, when she first got it. Sara, Jerry and I went over it with a fine tooth comb.

I remember going to an AC/DC concert, she had the guts to go in the pit.

I recently found her on Facebook, became friends, and followed her adventure online.

She was a free spirit, who enjoyed life to its fullest. She will be missed greatly.

The stars in Heaven will shine brighter with her there.

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that 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  effort
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 but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting,  when we meet again.

 by Henry Scott Holland