... in inspirational firm faith
Although losing someone very dear to me has been difficult, their firm faith has also been inspirational.
My sister-in-law’s sister-in-law – that’s a complicated line of relationship! – always knew her battle with pancreatic cancer would not succeed but she fought a valiant war. Her husband sent me the following email after her death:
She left her body peacefully at twenty past six in the evening. The breeze outside swished the curtains as she left on a short journey to Heaven.
Ten days earlier, on the 50th anniversary of the day we met, this is a poem she wrote.
I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one,
Of laughing times and joyful days.
So, as you love me, let there be no mourning when I go,
No tearful eyes, no hopeless sighs, no woe or even sadness.
I would not have you sad,
For I myself will be glad of my soul made free.
No voices hushed, they will be my own loud words of praise
With immortal hope of new born bliss and joyful days.
Rejoice with me at my soul being free.
Wish me bon voyage as you would a friend
Whose joyful visit finds a happy end
And wish me au revoir.
I shall be waiting to greet you at His door.
Think not of me as dead, but rather, happy.
I have gone home to God my Father
And wait for you there when we shall meet merrily in heaven.